My kids have fur. So what? That doesn't mean I'm not a mother, and you can't tell me otherwise.
By Dorian Wagner
I am the proud mother of two boys. I've raised them since they were little, and I would do anything in the world for them. They bring me joy, happiness, companionship, and unconditional love. In turn, they depend on me to provide for them, raise them right, and care for them.
My two sons are cats, but that does not mean that I am not their mother. I am a pet mom.
A few nights ago, a friend tagged me in a post on Facebook where she'd linked to a Huffington Post article, "Pet Parents Are NOT Moms." I chose not to read it, because I wasn't really in the mood to get mad. A couple days later, she tagged me again, wondering what I thought, because she knows Pimp and Moo are my children.
So I finally read it, and then calmly closed the page, refusing to comment. There were already 407 comments going straight to the writer's narrow-minded head, and I wasn't going to be one of them. The only way I could see fit to answer appropriately was with my own post, illustrating how not only are pet parents mothers, but that we don't deserve the kind of angry, ridiculous crap Susan Maushart chose to spew at us in her column.
Maushart says she is a pet owner and regular mom, and that the two roles "have about as much in common as goldfish to Godzilla." Well, excuse me while I show you why Godzilla was apparently the biggest goldfish to ever grace the big screen.
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