Thoughts on an Alternate Career Choice

Too tolerant jlh and I spent nearly three hours being held hostage by her cat Veda last night this morning, that was until in we used an old garbage pale and stealthy sweeping motion to finally get her into the carrier, much in fashion of Looney Tunes. Patient and dulcet tones only go so far. Admittedly, I feel bad for manhandling any living creature, but only for all of a minute, because they don't know to hold grudges and it's not like they have the capacity to know what's best... although they behave like they do. [Especially Cats, with their knowing gazes.]

But moments like these make me wonder, how exactly it turned out that I'm responsible for rearing children. I don't mean to sound self-doubting or in anyway reflect the feelings of my family who pride repopulating the planet above all else. But it does seem peculiar that I didn't get into lion-taming or animal training of some sort. Some Evidence;

2 Hours in:
Clio - What do I do now to get her in the carrier?
Vulz - Why don't you just head toward the front door? It's likely she'll follow. If she thinks your going, she'll want to go with you.

But then again it's not so mysterious -

2 Hours ago:
Jmom - What do I do to get her want to use the potty?
Vulz - Why don't you just head toward the bathroom? It's likely she'll follow. If she thinks your going, she'll want to go with you.

But babies, they get clever and start with the talking back. I don't like that. Whereas animals, especially domestic one pretty much stay at toddler mentality for their entire career as a pet. Perhaps, I have missed my calling.

More Evidence:

-Caught a mouse single-handedly Sunday morning because my cat[s!] couldn't be bothered.
-Trained the kid's, recently discovered to be female hamster, accidentally named Humbert Humbert, to be handled by children and not bite or piddle.
-Rescued and restored a snapping Turtle, I then affectionately named Suicide. Donating her a year later to the local school, where the unexplained nickname "Suie" remains to this day.
-Released all spiders and mice trapped living to the open field three block's away. Yep, this means walking all the way there, arms extended and hands clasped shut, like a great big goof.
-Also, I tend to give animals very weird names. ^^; [Suicide (turtle), Mischief (my dalmatian), Misery, Id & Omen (my cats), Humbert-Humbert (hamster), Furball (The Iguana) Etc.]
-The last point is a winning argument as to why I should never be allowed to have children!

I asked around. Victor says that I'm just a Firebird and protective like that. I think that's just a dig at my hair color. Aria says I'm more like a Lioness, what with the mice catching and having three kitties. I think that's just a dig at the curly red mane I have going on this humid-humid August. Really its all about my hair apparently... Which reminds me, remember when I said there wouldn't be pictures of the fairytale ball. I lied. Pictures to come eventually, maybe.

In other news; I miserable. I've unexpectedly caught a cold this week. The second time this summer... I guess, you'd think it'd be more expected by now. Off to bed.

Quickly Adds: If a picture says a thousand words, this ones screams "Pet Psychiatrist!" I'm not imagining this, am I?