This is my dog, Penny. She's got like five dog beds, but still prefers her old ratty uhaul blankets. She also scares the crap out of everyone because she barks at strangers until they give her cookies. I think that method of introducing people to her has ... kinda barkfired.
Any dog small enough to fit in a microwave isn't a pet. It's a snack. A PET, on the other hand, is big enough to saddle up and ride into a cavalry charge.
By that standard, I would need to have a grizzly bear for a pet. "They shall no longer be called trespassers, but shall now be called bear buffet."
So you're saying my human doesn't count because I don't over feed him. rude!!!! He's weight is within average and I have him VERY well trained
From front to back: Tequila Bartleby (brown) Aly (grey) Oscar Wildecat (short hair) Minuit (longhair) Not shown: Atreyu They usually don't throng like this, but it was down near freezing that night and they all wanted to sleep by the panel heater.
*sigh* Yeah, I'm the distaff version of a Crazy Cat Lady. It started 13 years ago with Oscar, who my one sister rescued from the back of a truck when he was a kitten and hand raised, and then when he was a little older, one of my other sister's co-workers found Aly, who'd been taped in a box and thrown in a dumpster. I figured they'd keep each other company while I was at work. Then, before I could get them neutered, I lost my job . . . and my sis noticed Aly was "getting really fat". So then I had a litter of kittens. It was hard finding homes for them because this was right at the beginning of the big economic crash in the States, so I ended up keeping Bart and Minnie because I couldn't bear to take them to a shelter. Then a few years ago, my dear friend Alida, who was a well-known cat breeder here in SA, arranged a rescue from someone who'd decided to stop breeding and found herself with a LOT of cats in poor condition. I offered to help out, and took in Tequila and her two kittens - at the time Tequila had mange, fleas, malnutrition, weeping eyes because of an inrolling eyelid that needed surgery, and the previous owner had let her get matted and then cut off two of her little cat boobies when inexpertly shaving her. Anyways, by the time the babies were old enough to leave, I'd fallen in love with Tequila, who is the absolute sweetest thing on earth. And this past year, Alida suffered a series of strokes during which, in the scramble of taking care of her, no one noticed two of her elderly breeder cats managed to get it on, and the mom wasn't able to produce milk. One of the kittens died, and I took the other, Atreyu, who wqas suffering a very bad respiratory and eye infection (baby cats get almost all of their immune protection from the mom's milk until they're about 9 weeks old). Atreyu pulled through, but sadly Alida passed away at the beginning of July, and I kept him in memory of her. And that's why I have so many, many cats Except Atreyu they're all bejaarde so they pretty much sit around like throw pillows all day, they're not much of a fuss to take care of.
