About 11 years ago, stupidly I wanted a kitten. Dont get me wrong, I love cats but I had to have a chinchilla persian.
Anyway, instead of trying to convince my husband I took him to a chinese restaurant and got him drunk. And I MEAN DRUNK. On the way home I "suggested" we stop at the Pet Shop (I had already seen the kitten there) and next minute you know, Im the proud owner of a chinchilla.
Its 11 years later, the cat bonded with him, hates me, drops hair everywhere and shits in the bathroom at regular intervals.
Half the time our floor looks like its been snowed on because of the white hair I am for ever vaccuuming up.
The moral of this story is, if you ever plan to do what I did, dont get a chinchilla or any sort of persian. ↓
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