Well, to that, I say:
What about the time the cat stole a piece of pizza off the table and my husband had to wrestle it out of her mouth from underneath the bed?
What about when I have to comfort my dog every single time there’s a thunderstorm because he’s scared of the loud noises?
What about the immense joy I feel when my pets learn a new trick or do something really sweet like let me snuggle them when I’m sad?
What about when my dog ate an entire pan of zucchini bread and had runny poops for a week and I had to scrape it out of the grass into the bag to throw away?
What about when we put up with washing our sheets every week because it routinely gets covered in pet hair, kitty litter bits and doggy skid marks, but if we ban our pets from the bedroom, they scream all night long to be in there with us, and it’s a small price to pay for their happiness? And yes, that does mean that two humans, two cats and one 50-pound dog do all sleep in one queen size bed.
What about when our cat got a clump of hair stuck in her rear and my husband had to pull it out, wash her up and comfort her?
What about the fact that we put up with living in a crappy apartment because no one else will rent to us with our pets, and the thought of living without them is not an option?
What about when I hate bringing them to the vet to get shots, but do it anyway because I care about keeping them healthy, even if it means having to deal with a scared, screaming kitty and far too high vet bills?
What about knowing my pets’ quirks, like never chewing gum in the house because the dog freaks out over the smacking sound, or having to supervise the cats’ meals because they will steal eachothers’ food?
What about buying new toys and outfits for my pets even though they hate most of it?
What about when I go out of town and all I can think about is how my pets are doing and wondering if my sitter is checking up on them or not.
What about how I love those little guys unconditionally even though they sometimes cause me ridiculous levels of stress and frustration, but their sweet faces fix anything?
What about how most of what I talk about with friends is our cats and what they’ve been up to?
What about how they completely depend on me for their nutrition, exercise, care and survival?
And people say you need human kids to be a parent.