Growing up, my siblings and I, like most kids, wanted a dog. Of course, my parents never let us have a pet. Completely understandable now—they're a ton of work.
When I was in high school, my sister and I went to a pet store to buy a hamster. We thought it was a good compromise—not as demanding as a dog, but still a live animal we could call our pet. When we got to the store, we saw a litter of kittens. They were adorable. Cats are basically the same as hamsters, right?
We called our older friend to sign for the cat (we were too young), paid $100, put her in a box, and took her home. I will never forget the look on my parents' faces when they opened the door. They flipped out. It took a full 24 hours of begging and promises to convince them to let us keep her.
Ronnie just turned 9 years old. We named her Veronica because my best friend's cat was named Archie. My parents took care of her when we broke our promises. They consider her part of the family. I, however, get a runny nose and itchy eyes whenever I'm around her. Karma?