What is one thing nobody knows about you because nobody ever cared to ask?

Hmmm… tricky. Its not so much that nobody cared to ask, more that it doesn’t come up in conversation any more, now that I have a very clear idea of what I want to do with my life.

I used to want to be a vet. Nobody knows that. I don’t think. Well… I assume my mum does and perhaps my (youngest) sister, but that’s about it. Nobody asks now, because now, I’m a writer and that’s all very clear. But every girl once upon a time wanted to be something and I just so wanted to be a vet.

We had so many pets when I was younger. I had a budgie first, though he died when the second budgie my dad got us just pecked him to death. Then we had rabbits, but they escaped and the local foxes got them. We also had hamsters, but they woke up Mum’s asthma so we had to give them away. We had a cat too, but he just didn’t come home one day. It was horrible. In fact, we didn’t have all that much luck with pets. o.O

Anyway, it made me want to be a vet. Very, very much. Loving animals and stroking them and caring for them and looking after them and blah, blah, blah made me very happy and I just had very glamorous images of taking in animals and healing them of their every wound. I loved it.

I think it was more to do with looking after things than any real desire to go through all the training involved. Then again when you’re eight I don’t really think one would think about that aspect of it all that much. I liked the idea of having animals around and desperately wanted things like a horse. Never got one – probably a good thing – but the slew of pets we did have slacked my thirst for something bigger.

Then when we moved house, it got better. We had another cat who stayed with us right up to the point that I left for university. She sorta pined for a while and then disappeared. We realised later that she was living with another family further down the road – they took her in (even though she had a collar and very clearly belonged to someone else!!!) – and that was that. Its only in recent months that’s she’s started coming back.
She’s fifteen now, so certainly doesn’t look like this any more; but she’s still my beautiful little baby.

I miss her *sniffle*

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