The excerpt below is from a column that originated on It’s a Southern Thing. Click the link at the bottom to read the full column or go ahead and click here now.
So Sweetums has adopted new pets. Before you say, “Awwwww,” let me give you some background.
My hubby doesn’t understand pets. Don’t get me wrong. We have them and he’s good to them but he doesn’t get them. Sweetums has watched Izzy, whom he affectionately calls “White Cat,” walk across my shoulder, burrow into my chest and lie down, effectively pinning me in the chair. One night he asked, “Why do you enjoy that?”
I cocked my head. “I’m gonna need more words in that sentence,” I say.
“Why do you enjoy the cat climbing on you and laying on you?”
He did have a point: I don’t let just anyone lie on my chest. But I love it when Izzy “makes biscuits” and purrs. Even if she doesn’t say so, I know she loves me. Sweetums likes to remind me that she would eat me if I died and no one found my body for a few days.
Then, last month, I discovered a new side to Sweetums. While cleaning my adult kiddie pool for the season, I noticed four tadpoles. They were tee-tiny so I scooped them up with a spoon and placed them in a plastic container. After work, I asked Sweetums if he would re-home them in a nearby creek. Instead, he started googling “how to raise tadpoles.” Just like that, we had four new “babies.”
You could have knocked me over with a buttered biscuit. For the past three weeks, Sweetums has walked right past our four-legged pets to spend quality time with Bibbity, Bobbity, Boo and Bobbi Sue.
I hate to say it, but I think Sweetums spoils the tads more than his own sons. Examples:
He bought them special tadpole food at the pet store. (No ordinary backyard algae would do).
Each week, he transfers them to fresh distilled water, which has been left outdoors so it will be the same temperature as their habitat water.
He decorated their bin with gemstones. Gemstones, y’all. Raw jade and garnets and amethysts that Sweetums and I mined while on a romantic trip to Dahlonega last year. He never decorated his boys’ rooms with gems, is all I’m saying. Click here to read the full column.