We loved cats. Dogs were okay. Had Ulen, a free chocolate lab, Minna, an orange bobtail cat and Bob, a white cat with a green eye and a blue eye. Bob looked like a Turkish Angora, but we knew he wasn’t. Just years of cat genes mixing it up to look like a pure bred. Like me, I look Asian, but am not. Just a Mississippi Mama and a Daddy from Uruguay.
Minna disappeared. In her absence, we really got into the idea of indoor farm animals. It started with a news blurb about Vietnamese pot-bellied pigs. How they were all the rage, and everybody wanted one, but they were really expensive. So, when Wayne said he got, what he thought was a good deal (paid fifty dollars) for a pot-bellied pig, not the Vietnamese kind, just a pot-bellied pig, I was all in. Even called my godmother, Dorothy, to brag. She grew up on a farm and loved all the animals but had her limits.
“Hooved creatures don’t belong in the house.” Her exact words.
Excerpt from Care & Feeding by Chela Gutierrez
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