Pet Negotiations

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Editor’s note : It’s easy to think that essays must always be linear – A happens then B happens then C happens. But some of the most engaging essays don’t conform to this pattern. Especially in creative nonfiction, writers borrow techniques from fiction to good effect. In her essay, Hema gives us the thesis statement right up front in a simple, short sentence. From the very first sentence, we know what this essay is about, and we can bring our own experiences of negotiating for or against having pets to this situation. She introduces us to the hectic nature of daily life, and later in the essay, she demonstrates this by intruding her thought process with how late her daughter already is for the school bus. Hema shows (rather than tells) us, with humour, how dedicated her daughter is to this cause – training her baby brother like a dog, negotiating types of pets, appealing to an external authority (Daddy!), before giving us backstory on why she’s taken this stance. In a thoughtful weaving of lighter and more poignant moments, Hema shows us her own childhood and reflects on how she’ll introduce her daughter to that. Finally, she brings us sharply back into the now, and references her initial claim of having little time and energy for a pet, by showing us how the urgency of daily life repeatedly intrudes on our thoughts.


My six-year-old daughter wants a pet. No, she needs a pet –her words, not mine. As much as I love dogs, I’m not a pet person. Not at this point in my life. This almost-40, perpetually exhausted mother of two (including an extremely active toddler) has no energy left to take care of one more child. When she first asked if she could have a pet, my answer was a flat no.

The following day, I heard her energetically saying “Sit!” and “Fetch!” Long story short, her baby brother can now sit and fetch a toy or a snack for her. Now that he was trained, she went back to asking for a real pet. This time I explained why we couldn’t get one. Not now, I said. The crafty little one took her puppy eyes to Daddy. Of course, Daddy melted. She could have a goldfish. Imagine how fun it would be to clean its tank, feed it, and watch it go glub glub in the water! She pranced away without a word.

A pet list came up next. Since she wanted a “real” pet which she can take walks with, and since I was too tired for a dog or a cat, she came up with a list of tier 2 pets. Tier 2 pets, she says, are those whose poop you don’t have to pick up. Like hamsters, mice or even a rat will do, she said.

I cringed. “A rat? Are you serious?”

“Yes! Don’t you know, Mama? They’re so fluffy and cute.” Her wide eyes in full earnest.

Don’t I know rats? Oh baby girl, I want to say. I’ve lost count of the number of rat traps my mom and I used to set in our tiny home. I remember my mom frantically covering everything on the dinner table to protect it from rat droppings falling from above. I could tell her about that day when my sister and I had excitedly put on our DIY rice flour face masks and slept in them. The person who gave us the face mask recipe had said to keep it on all night for clear glowing skin. In the middle of the night, my sister woke up screaming bloody murder. A rat had licked her face. We swore off face masks for a long time after that.

Or I could tell her about that day after Diwali, when people were bursting their leftover firecrackers on the street. Dad was away on transfer and when we unrolled our mattresses on the floor (we only had one bed), an entire family of rats scurried out. My mom, my sister and I huddled together on the little bed meant for two kids, afraid to stretch our legs. By the end of our stay in that house, the rats had grown so big and fearless, the stray cats that roamed around the building wouldn’t dare to cross paths with them. Cowards! my mother would mock-spit at them.

But to tell my daughter all that, I’d have to explain many other things like why growing up, we didn’t have bedrooms of our own or a toilet inside the house, or why we lived in a place with a rat problem and why we didn’t have so many things she considers given. I will tell her this some day, not forgetting to add that despite this, my sister and I had an extremely happy childhood.

I will tell her this another day, not because I want to protect her from reality, but only because I want her to stop being such a sloth, put her goddamn shoes on, and leave for school. The bus driver has already called twice. “I’ll think about it,” I say.

We rush into the elevator. “Mama, I think I will get a pet.” Her confident face looks up at me.

“Wait, I said I’ll think about it, I didn’t say yes.”

Her eyes twinkle. “Yeah, but you had said the same thing when I asked for a baby brother and I got one.”


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12 thoughts on “Pet Negotiations

      1. SueW

        We had them in our cavity walls just weeks ago. They didn’t find a way into the house itself, but running about in the roof space and the gnawing noises kept me awake at night . The rat catcher finished them off and we blocked off the entrance hole in the outside wall next to a waste pipe. I still jump at every sound.
        Thanks, Hema.

  1. writershilpa

    Hey, Hema!
    Visiting your blog for the first time today and loving everything about it!
    I loved this post and it reminded me of my childhood when I, too, wanted a pet very badly. I did bring home a rabbit, but after it died I was a complete wreck, and that’s when dad said, “NO MORE PETS for my pets!”
    I can so relate to your rat story, too. We live in a ‘row’ house, where there’s a tiny courtyard which attracts rodents from all over. How many times did we run after them, run from them and come up ways to trap them and get rid of them! Uff!
    Thank you for this amusing piece…entertaining, I should say! 😛

  2. Asha

    Hahahahaha she’s crafty! Hema, you’re on a roll with your humour writing here. You’ve done a fine job of hooking the reader right at the start and then building the story gradually. Well done on the non-linear approach too (introducing the backstory of your own experience with rats later worked so well). That conclusion also works well to tie up the loose ends and encourage the reader to come to their own conclusions about what will happen in the future.

  3. Laissez Faire

    Speaking to the masses: I will tell her this another day, not because I want to protect her from reality, but only because I want her to stop being such a sloth, put her goddamn shoes on, and leave for school.

    The daily life so far removed from the past. But some things never change. Perfect ending too.

  4. MichelleH

    You’ve got your hands full! I too loved how you wove humor with memory here. I got such a rich picture not just of your life but also of what you value. I could almost see it all – though I did picture my cousin’s kid (who recently got a dog because my cousin said poop patrol was way less gross than having a rat or hamster in the house). Good luck sticking to a goldfish.


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