For as long as I could remember, I wanted cats. I thought that having cats would be awesome. Sometimes they would want to play. Sometimes they would want to cuddle. Sometimes they would be aloof. It would be awesome.
Sadly, I'm allergic to cats, so after have my doctor advise against it, I mostly didn't think about it. However, Eva had grown up with cats and really wanted cats again. So after much research we determined that the anecdotal evidence is true for us: Siberian cats are significantly cause less allergic reactions. (This observation has been confirmed repeatedly by allergic friends and family.) So we got two adorable little bundles of fluff.
So it's a year later. The kittens are now approaching full size. One had serious medical problems early on that necessitated expensive vet visits. I spent a while force feeding her. I spent about a week feeding her an antibiotic that caused her to spit up astonishing amounts of mucus and her to fight as though I was killing her. She was so hostile to it, and so desperate to spit out the mucus, that it would take two or three attempts each day to get the full dose into her. She also had diarrhea, and on several occasions I got to clean liquid poo out of her fur. Beyond that there is the litter box cleaning, more frequent cleaning to cut down on allergens, cat proofing our home, and more.
So it's a year later. And you know what? Sometimes they would want to play. Sometimes they would want to cuddle. Sometimes they would be aloof. Having cats is awesome.