Our Russian Box Turtle, Diamond, lives in a 150 gallon aquarium complete with heat lamps and fake plants. My husband decided one day that our daughter needed a pet turtle. I pictured a tiny swimming turtle and figured with all of the supplies it would cost around ten bucks. We had just received a stimulus check for $300 so we had a few extra dollars to spend.
My husband returned home from the pet store with a Russian Box Turtle and informed me that they live for 50 years. He blew the entire stimulus check on the purchase of this creature and supplies. My daughter was overjoyed, I was not impressed.
We also have two cats: Rose and Maddie. Rose was a birthday gift for my daughters sixth birthday. We picked her up from an animal rescue in Cedar Rapids and Maddie; a five-year old, dilute calico took an instant liking to my husband at the shelter. So we came home with one kitten and one cat that day. For the most part they do their own thing which includes driving me completely crazy.
Rose is addicted to the strings that are attached to mini-blinds and shades; they are like crack to her. She crews them off leaving me with blinds and shades that are shut the majority of the time because the strings are too high for me to reach once they are chewed off. In addition Rose likes to lay her fat body on the only heat vent we have in the kitchen and if I’m not watching she will attempt to cozy up to my laptop for heat as well. She crews up rolls of toilet paper and will pull all of the toilet paper off a roll and
drag it around the house.
Maddie is a bit less of a handful but she still can be annoying. She’s more like a dog than a cat and will greet you at the door and immediately jumps on your lap the minute you sit down. She also does the massaging thing where she kneads your stomach with her feet. Maddie still has a bit of a wild-cat in her though and likes to hunt for prey. Because we thankfully have no mice or other animals for her to hunt she has chosen a pink Barbie boot to he her daily victim.
At least once per day Maddie will go on the hunt for this boot and will fight with it, hissing and howling once she finds it. She will then bring it into the kitchen and bat it around to show everyone her treasure.
The game is simple, I take the Barbie boot and throw it down the basement steps or hide it in the
playroom and she always finds it. Last year the kids got a Hungry Hippo game for Christmas and one by one she brought the ten marbles up the basement steps and rolled them around on the hardwood floor in the kitchen. There is nothing worse than lying in bed listening to marbles roll across a hardwood floor.
Why she had chosen to steal a piece of Barbie’s wardrobe is beyond me. Perhaps she doesn’t like the style or color or maybe she’s envious of the many treasures that Barbie has. Regardless, Maddie gets the “boot”every day. And once it's officially dead, she shares it with Rose.