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If you have pets, what is it like?

This is a year old repost, BTW.

I'll start, in a Q&A format.

"What pets do you have?"

I have 3 cats, almost in a large, medium small configuration. (M,F,M respectively.) I've named them Rodolfo, Penelope and Alfredo (PT-BR) (respectively), but rarely if ever, they're actually called by those names, usually we (me and my parents) call them bichaninho, bichanoca e bichanão. (also PT-BR, also the "bi" (pronounced like bee) can often be silent.)

All of them are castrated.

"For how long have you had them?"

Around 8,7 and 2 years respectively.

"what pets did you have?"

I had another "small" cat, we never gave her an actual name, we called her minifufa. She died after 4/5 years of us finding her because her liver practically stopped working. We've buried her at our formerly grandparents' house (because the father went back to his home state 1700 kiliometers away and the mother also died, from cancer.)

We also took care of a cat who accidentally fell into our house because a part of the roof is made of some less resistant stuff I can't really name. She was female and we took care of her for about 2 weeks.

"What are they like?"

Rodolfo is pretty calm and dependent, he often wants to be petted, sometimes late at night. Sometimes I do that, sometimes I hug/squish him.

Penelope if like that, but more because she unfortunately has some terrible breathing. We don't know what's in her lungs and why it got there, so it's not going away. It makes her the most frail :l

Alfredo is the most aloof and often gets into fights with the other 2 cats. He seems to be the most hungry, despite being the smallest cat.

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  1. AugustusFerdinand
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    My wife and I have two cats and one dog. I say "my wife and I" instead of just "I" because it's a running joke that whenever one of them does something we don't like it's the other person's...

    My wife and I have two cats and one dog. I say "my wife and I" instead of just "I" because it's a running joke that whenever one of them does something we don't like it's the other person's animal, "That's not my cat, he's yours!" We like broken/imperfect animals and all three fit the bill.

    Hank the Cat - Hank is the oldest, turning 9 this year. His tail was broken at the tip so the last two inches of it make a sudden left turn and healed in that position because some piece of shit individual threw him out of a moving car when he was a kitten prior to my wife adopting him. During a period where he was throwing up everything he ate we found out that he has a "sensitive stomach" and had cracked a few teeth, so he's had six of his back teeth removed and is on a prescription soft food that stinks to high heaven and costs about $1.50 per day, he loves it and with even though he still has his fangs and you can't really tell he's had teeth removed we make jokes about him needing dentures and gumming you to death instead of biting. He is also the runt of the litter and still quite a petite cat now that he's fully grown. We frequently forget how small he is until we are at someone else's house and see their normal sized cat. Hank is mostly independent and very rarely wants to be pet, but we do it anyway and he tolerates it insomuch as he doesn't fight back and frequently purrs and gets into it when you get the right spot, but if you stop he kinda pops out of his daze and runs away acting offended that you had the gall to touch him. He does however love to be "a part of things" as we call it. Hank almost always wants to be in the room with someone; if you're watching a movie he'll be on the coffee table watching as well if it's Sci-Fi or nature documentaries, or he'll be on the arm of the couch sleeping if it's not. When my wife and I are eating he'll sit in one of the other dining room chairs (doesn't beg for food or anything, just sits there). In my office he'll chase the sun spots, just sit in the window or sit on my spare desk that faces a mirror in my wife's office across the hall to admire himself. In my wife's office it'll be one of the pet beds, side of the desk, arm of the chair, windows, or staring at himself in the mirror. We say he is very vain as he is a very handsome "tuxedo cat" and absolutely loves to look at himself in the mirror. When we shower he'll stay in the bathroom while we do so until the mirror fogs up and he can no longer see himself. Unless you are laying down under a blanket, be it in bed or on the couch, he has no interest in touching you, if you're under a blanket he will claim the space on top of the blanket between your legs and then turns into depleted uranium as he somehow alters his density to become much heavier than his weight would allow making it difficult to move. The only exception to this is my good friend John; I had John over for dinner one day prior to him moving across the country, John came in, was shown around the house, and then sat down on the couch while we were talking. Hank came up to John, sniffed him as he does with most people, and as John had his hands resting on his abdomen with his fingers together Hank jumped onto the couch, stepped into John's arms, and rolled over showing his belly. To a man he met all of 90 seconds prior. Hank has never done that to my wife or any other individual. Needless to say if you believe the judgement of animals, John is an absolutely amazing human being by every possible measure and my life is irreversibly changed for the better having known him. If Hank has awoken from a nap or otherwise hasn't seen his "brother" (the other cat described below) in some time he'll walk around the house loudly meowing until the other cat responds or I help him find the other cat. Hank will play fetch with his pink string, he'll bring it to you and sit staring at you until you notice him, shake it around so he can attack it, and then ball it up and throw it. He will then bring it back to repeat the process, but over time he'll bring it back further and further away from you. We act as if he does this just to make you get up for his entertainment. Hank is referred to as Hank, Hankers, Hanky Panky, and Handsome.

    Baron Augustus Ferdinand - Yes, that's his full name just as Hank's full name is "Hank the Cat", yes I gave my dog a title, and yes that is where I picked up my username. Ferdinand will be 8 this year, he's a dachshund chihuahua mix (colloquially known as a Chiweenie), and hideous. Chiweenies are frequently referred to as "designer dogs" for people that want something the size of a chihuahua, but with a long body and floppy ears of a dachshund. If he had been bred to be a chiweenie then he would be a failed experiment. He has the long body of a dachshund, but also oddly long legs so he just looks like a weird tall dachshund. He wasn't bred to be a designer dog, he's just the product of a dachshund mother getting together with a chihuahua father. His color is what is referred to as "dappled" in the dachshund world, so he's multiple shades of brown and gray. He has several of the classic witch's moles with hairs sprouting from the end, he's got an old person's wrinkled neck, he has a benign bump on the middle of his back, and he has vitiligo. He's ugly, really really ugly, frequently referred to as difficult to look at. I love him more than I knew I could love an animal. I remember when I realized I fell in love with him; I took him to be neutered at 6 months old, he was in his collar and on a leash and they took them off and gave them back to me after putting their own tag on him. I knew I'd have him back in a few hours, I knew that there was little to no reason to worry, but when I got back to my car and looked down at his leash and empty collar in my hand I started crying. Ugly, cathartic, man alone in his car bawling his eyes out crying. I just wanted my dog back. He's sweet, loves to cuddle (seriously, if you have space next to you while seated he will cuddle with you), is perpetually excited by anything you're doing, and too smart for his own good. He has probably a dozen toys around the house, each one has a name, he knows the name of every one, and if you tell him to bring one by name he'll go find it and bring it to you to play fetch. It only takes two attempts to get him to remember the name of the toy when I bring a new one home. His intelligence was made very apparent when I brought him home at 8 weeks old. At the time I worked in an office and didn't want an untrained dog running around the house destroying things so I attempted to crate train him. The first night he howled all night long, seemingly without sleep. The second night I locked him in the bathroom with water and toys, he howled for a couple of hours and then stopped, I thought he figured out he wasn't going to be let out and accepted it; I was wrong. He discovered how to get to the toilet paper roll and destroyed it. The third night I put up a puppy/baby gate across the entrance to the kitchen and left him in there so he had more room. He howled for an hour and then stopped. At the time my bed was situated so it was in line with my bedroom door, some feeling told me to sit up in bed at just the right time and when I did I saw this little 8 week old puppy standing in the doorway lit by moonlight, he made eye contact with me and let out this defiant little yip and then trotted off. I got out of bed and followed him to find him climbing back up the puppy gate and jumping back into the kitchen as if he was saying "I know you want me in here, but I'm just letting you know I can get out if I want to." The fourth night he slept in the bed and has slept in the bed ever since, never been a problem, never any accidents, etc. Twice in his life he's eaten something he shouldn't have and learned a lesson to not do so, he hasn't eaten those things again (acorns and spicy bok choy). He knows he can play rough with me, but not to play as rough with women. The list of proof of his intelligence goes on and on. Dachshunds were bred to borrow and be fearless so they'd hunt badgers in their holes, as a result he loves to burrow and all of his beds (referred to as Ferdi-nests) have a blanket as well. He hates pugs. He won't fight with them or anything, but I think he doesn't like the way they breathe. Whenever we're at a dog park he's friendly with everyone but will growl at pugs if they spend too long sniffing his junk. He is referred to as Ferdinand, Nando, Nando-man, Nanders, and Ugly.

    Irwin the Cat - Irwin is a new addition, he'll turn two in January, he arrived at my house in the back of a truck, he's an idiot, he has a limp from a leg injury that healed oddly while he was a kitten that we refer to as his "pimp limp". Technically he arrived at my house under the back of a truck. A friend of mine came by to pick me up for a day trip to the southern side of Texas, as is typical he arrived, sent me a text to let me know he was there, and as I headed out a minute or so later he was at my front door. I asked if he needed to use the restroom or something and he said "No, I think I hear meowing coming from the truck." I take a look and see this cat hanging onto the frame of the truck. My friend had just spent the last 20 minutes on the highway to get to my house, so the little guy had every reason to be freaked out. I grabbed a welding glove, as I didn't know if the cat was going to bite or scratch, and plucked him out from under the truck. I had a schedule to keep so I dropped him into the back yard to deal with him later if he was still there when we got back, if not he'd just join one of the cats in my neighborhood instead of my friend's. Did our trip, came back home, and the cat was nowhere to be found so I went about the rest of my day as normal. End of the day and I let my dog out to do his thing before bed time and when I go to let my dog back in he's got this freaking kitten in tow like they're recreating a scene from Homeward Bound. Dog walks back in the house like normal and cat starts to follow when I hold out my foot to block him. He stops, looks up at me, and meows. Little bastard. You see my wife had been wanting another pet for years at this point, but there were valid excuses not to have one each time. First time we were living in an apartment, next was a small duplex house with a shared back yard (she'd always been asking for a dog), next was a large duplex but with an even smaller shared back yard, and then we bought our current house and there really wasn't any excuse not to have another pet. I've never seen her move so quickly as she did when she heard that meow. A woman that was at the complete opposite end of the house comes sliding into view yelling "IS THAT A KITTY‽" We didn't have any dry food and it was late at night, so he was fed a small bowl of treats, given a bowl of water, and a box with a blanket was set up outside for him to sleep in. Being the voice of reason it was the best that could be done at the time as there was no way to logically allow an unknown cat in an unknown state of health into our house with other animals. The next morning he was gone and my wife quite sad after having not slept well since she kept thinking about the cat, we showered, and then noticed he was waiting by the backdoor when I was preparing breakfast. Spent the day trying to find a place for him at no-kill shelters to no avail and by the time we hit the last possible spot she'd fallen for him. Scheduled a vet visit the next day, had him tested and vaccinated, kept him in the garage until the vaccinations took effect, introduced him to the other cat, and he's been part of the family ever since. We found out early this year after two emergency ($3,000 total) trips to the vet that he has a "little penis" (vet's words) and so he too is on a special $1.50 per day prescription food that keeps him from forming crystals in his bladder that clog his urethra. It makes his shit stink to high heaven. Seriously, when he takes a crap it'll make your eyes water and clear the room. Thankfully that room is my wife's office and so I'm not generally in there. He's affectionate, active, a jerk when he thinks it's time to be fed, and dumb. He doesn't learn, he doesn't listen, he can't recognize himself in the mirror, and that all seems fine to him. It's hard to explain, but if when you have smart animals it's easy to tell when you have a dumb one. He does all the classic cute cat stuff; rub up against you, loves to be pet, big pupils, show "teefies", sleeps on his back with his belly exposed, covers his face with his paws, curled "feetsies", and so on and so forth. He's a good looking striped gray cat and big. He's larger than the average cat, but since Hank is a runt he looks even larger by comparison. He is referred to as Irwin, Durrwin, Hurrdurrwin, and Little Dick. We frequently give a voice to the animals and Irwin's main personality is his near-constant bro-like compensating for his small penis.

    So three imperfect animals total, a runt, a chupacabra, and an little dicked idiot with pimp limp.

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    acdw
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    What pets do you have? I have 2 dogs, both girls, both mutts, both rescues. Stormageddon ("Stormy", "Sterms", "Sterms-ma-germs", "Ms. Geddum", etc.) is a cattledog-husky-brown-dog mix. Stellanor...

    What pets do you have?

    I have 2 dogs, both girls, both mutts, both rescues. Stormageddon ("Stormy", "Sterms", "Sterms-ma-germs", "Ms. Geddum", etc.) is a cattledog-husky-brown-dog mix. Stellanor ("Stella", "Stells", "Stel-la-la", etc.) is a hound-terrier-black-and-white mix.

    For how long have you had them?

    My wife has had Stormy for about 7 1/2 years, since she (the dog) was 6 weeks old. She just barked at her in the shelter and that was that. We started fostering dogs when we moved to Louisiana and almost foster-failed (adopted) multiple times, before we finally did with Stella, about 3 years ago.

    What pets did you have?

    Growing up, we had a bunch of different dogs and cats, but my Dog was Trojan, who showed up at our door one night as a puppy and was with us ever since. He died .. wow, about 6 years ago now, when I was in college. Maybe even 8 years, wow. He was a really good boy though.

    What are they like?

    Stormy is an older lady now, so she's a little slower than she used to be, though she still goes on wild tears. She is what we call "the fun police" -- if there are dogs playing around her, she'll start barking, because it's Against the Rules, or something. She's really fluffy and likes to lick my face a lot. She loves people.

    Stella is a spitfire -- she always always always has energy, and when we foster now, it's more for her to have a playmate. She is not so sure around new people, but once you're in her "circle," she's the best. She has these little licks where she kind of just pushes her tongue on you that are like, my favorite. And she's a great cuddler, which I love -- I'm a huge cuddler. Stella is definitely more my dog, where Stormy is my wife's. We're one great happy family though.

    I used to have a dogs page on my website, but I've gotten rid of it! I'll put it back up and add a link here. Geez, what was I thinking?!

    What's having pets like?

    I love having pets. I know they're not really like human children, but it turns out the whole alpha-male-theory of dogs is bunk anyway, and they see it more as a family unit -- so I do too. They're something to look forward to coming home to, I know they love me, and they're great to pet and cuddle. They're great and I love them very much.

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      Douglas
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      So did Stormageddeon get her name from her wild tears? How did Stella get her name? My friend's got a dog named Stella and he picked it after an old comedy show he liked by the same name.

      So did Stormageddeon get her name from her wild tears? How did Stella get her name? My friend's got a dog named Stella and he picked it after an old comedy show he liked by the same name.

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      1. acdw
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        Haha, Stormy was named for a character in Dr. Who ep. "Closing Time" -- my wife is a huge Dr. Who fan, and Stormy has a big personality. Even more so when she was a puppy! Stella is named Stella...

        Haha, Stormy was named for a character in Dr. Who ep. "Closing Time" -- my wife is a huge Dr. Who fan, and Stormy has a big personality. Even more so when she was a puppy!

        Stella is named Stella because we like it. The shelter called her Digit, and we actually thought she was a boy until we picked her up, then went back and forth with Stella or Eleanor (after Eleanor Roosevelt), but finally named her Stellanor to be ridiculous like Stormageddon. I do love the name Stella though!

        And yes, we've met a few dogs named Stella -- it's a good name for a dog I think :)

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  3. autumn
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    What pets do you have? I have two dogs: Gambit (F, 9 years old, some kind of mutt) and Loki (M, 7 years old, Australian Shepherd). Gambit's nicknames are Gamby, Gumbo, and Dangus. Loki's nicknames...

    What pets do you have?

    I have two dogs: Gambit (F, 9 years old, some kind of mutt) and Loki (M, 7 years old, Australian Shepherd). Gambit's nicknames are Gamby, Gumbo, and Dangus. Loki's nicknames are Lokidog, Puppy, Stinker, and Dingus. They're both named after comic book characters, and both names were chosen by a close friend of mine.

    For how long have you had them?

    I've had Gambit since she was about 1-1.5 years. I'm not sure of her exact DOB, since she was rescued from the county pound in Georgia. She was the only dog not barking, although she slipped past the attendant who was helping me and ran around the facility, hah! Loki was 7 months when I got him. His previous owners put him on Craigslist, and I have a suspicion that he was bought from a puppy mill situation or maybe a pet store. They were not equipped for a very active herding breed, heh.

    What pets did you have?

    I had a dog growing up (Denim, F, Australian Cattle Dog) who was my best friend from roughly 11-18 years old. My dad gave her away while I was out of the country (his new wife thought she was "dangerous," and I didn't have the money to pay for the pet deposit at my new apartment just yet). I also had two guinea pigs (Franny & Phoebe, both females) for 8 and 5 years, respectively. They lived long, happy lives with me and my partner at the time. Both passed away from old age.

    What are they like?

    Gambit is still a firecracker at nine! She loves belly rubs, going on walks, and racing around our large, fenced-in yard. She's a sucker for cuddling, and I've never seen a dog get so excited about mealtime. She loves men more than me (of course), and she's bad about jumping on people. She's also terrified of cardboard boxes for unknown reasons.

    I joke that I'm Loki's emotional support human, which really isn't far from the truth. We trained for agility for awhile, but he ended up being too anxious on the actual course for competition, so now we just train silly tricks at home. He's on Prozac (for the anxiety) and allergy medication (apparently Aussies, and especially red merle Aussies are very prone to allergies of all sorts). He's a clinger, still barks at every little noise at the door, but he'll do (almost) anything I ask of him.

    When I added Loki to my house, he and Gambit couldn't be in the same room for two years because he was so obnoxious to her. After lots of training, they now hang out all the time and even play with one another inside and in the back yard.

    Bonus: What pets would you like to have?

    I would love a smaller dog in the future (although my partner says two is the max, and I don't wish for either of mine to go away anytime soon). Someone I can fit in a bicycle basket and bring on plane trips with me under my seat. My family never had small dogs growing up, and after meeting several while helping train other people's dogs, I've really warmed up to them, especially Chihuahuas and Jack Russel Terriers.

    5 votes
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    Douglas
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    Two indoor cats: Babby & Graybie Babby's a 3 year old lynx point siamese we met at a cat cafe wherein you eat and drink while meeting various cats through the cat adoption team. He's named after...

    Two indoor cats: Babby & Graybie

    Babby's a 3 year old lynx point siamese we met at a cat cafe wherein you eat and drink while meeting various cats through the cat adoption team. He's named after an old meme because... well, no reason, it just kinda fit.

    He head-butts your face like nobody's business, insists on head-kisses. Drools a lot. Lies around belly up all the time. We call him a "movie cat" 'cause he follows you from room to room, finds a place to lie or sit down, and just stays there until you go to another room.

    Graybie is a 2 year old Russian Blue cat we just saw at a pet store (not bred/it's also through the pet adoption center) and we wanted to get Babby some company. He's named Graybie which was short for "Graybeard," as he's got a little patch of white on his chest, but we never call him that and Graybie eventually just stuck. He was a kitten when we got him, and typically it's the older cat that has a hard time getting along with the younger cat, but this was the other way around; Babby insisted on being friends, following a terrified Graybie around doing a chitter-meow (which is apparently cat for "Follow me!" "Friends?"). Graybie eventually warmed up to him and the two have been inseparable ever since.

    Both my wife and I have lived with numerous cats throughout our lives, but these are the first two we've owned ourselves.

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    1. Tygrak
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      That picture is so cute!

      That picture is so cute!

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  5. box0rox
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    I have a cat. I have always had cats since I was born; my Mom claims that I was partially raised by an old female. We had 5 in the house once. I can hardly imagine ever not having pets. I have...

    I have a cat. I have always had cats since I was born; my Mom claims that I was partially raised by an old female. We had 5 in the house once. I can hardly imagine ever not having pets. I have lived with dogs on and off as well, but don't have one now.
    My cat is an asshole. He's an obnoxious old male who bites without warning. He was a stray, and is very independent. He takes no insubordination from any other creature; I respect that. In spite of which, he obviously loves his people. He is sincerely affectionate, when he wants to be, and totally loyal.
    Pets are like children, like friends, and like alien creatures living with you. All at the same time.

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    MimicSquid
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    My wife and I have two pets, a dog and a cat. The cat: Priscilla, mostly called Miss Priss, is a 10 year old tortoiseshell can with some significant Maine Coon ancestry, as she's about 15 pounds....

    My wife and I have two pets, a dog and a cat.

    The cat: Priscilla, mostly called Miss Priss, is a 10 year old tortoiseshell can with some significant Maine Coon ancestry, as she's about 15 pounds. This is lovely, except that her greatest joy in life is to be a shoulder cat, and there's only so long you can walk around with 15 pounds of cat on your shoulder. We trained her to it when she was tiny (she had been the runt of the litter) and have lived to regret it. She'll jump up onto the arm of the couch if we walk past, begging to be tall for a little while, and if she's on my wife's shoulder and I go past she'll try to climb up on to mine to get some extra height. It's super sweet. She's a very sweet indoor cat and we work hard to keep it that way, because she gets in the dumbest accidents if she gets out.

    The dog: Anansi, sometimes called Bug (Cuddlebug), Porkchop, or Monster. He's a chihuahua/basenji mix, almost silent, about 15 pounds and it's really hard to tell if he's an idiot or a genius. When it comes to getting food he's absolutely brilliant and dedicated. "Moving furniture to get up on tables" brilliant, and able to climb a bookcase if there's even an inch or two of protruding ledge. In all other cases he's either lazy, dumb or stubborn. I wanted a dog, but he formed such a strong connection to my wife that he'll let me walk him under protest, but otherwise isn't that interested in me except if I have food. Turns out that it's a breed characteristic of chihuahuas for be one-person dogs, and he just focused on the person who wasn't that into getting a dog? He's a great addition to our lives. He keeps us moving and laughing. Half the time we're laughing at his antics, and half the time we're laughing at the lengths we need to go to to keep him out of everything.

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    1. Douglas
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      😍 I love a good shoulder cat. I'm so jealous.

      😍 I love a good shoulder cat. I'm so jealous.

  7. rogue_cricket
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    I have three cats and one dog. All the cats are rescues, but there aren't really any stray/rescue dogs in my area, so I got the dog from a breeder. My oldest cat is Spud, short for Sputnik. She is...

    I have three cats and one dog. All the cats are rescues, but there aren't really any stray/rescue dogs in my area, so I got the dog from a breeder.

    My oldest cat is Spud, short for Sputnik. She is 7 years old, a tortoiseshell girl and is by far my most nervous cat. She's the first pet I had as an adult and I got her at a real low point in my life and she helped me out of it. I have kind of a special relationship with her, I don't think she really likes anyone else besides me. Her favourite thing is when I'm making the bed, she likes to play with the sheets.

    My second cat is Millicent Vanillicent, or just Milli. Milli is a fat, clumsy, fluffy white-haired cat of unknown age (<5) who is quite possibly the friendliest cat in the world (she is the only cat I've known to enjoy belly rubs). She has silky fur that's almost more like a rabbit's than a cat's. She will harass you until you pet her - using techniques such as repeated meowing, aggressive head-rubbing, and little gentle love nips on your hands. She has no decorum and will do this even to people she has never met before. Her favourite thing is sitting between me and my monitor while I am trying to work (she has a special chair next to the desk just for her).

    My third and youngest cat is really my fiancee's cat. She's a short-haired white cat named Maeby, after the character from Arrested Development. She is by far the smartest one of all my pets, but she only uses her gift to be an awful little gremlin. She screams when she disapproves of something and destroys every single plant I bring inside. She hates being picked up and spends most of her time figuring out how to break into the pantry to steal bread and knock over cans. Her favourite thing is to sit on the arm of the couch like a little monorail.

    My dog is Josie (for Josie and the Pussycats). She is a 2yo golden retriever with endless energy and what she lacks in cleverness, she makes up for in pure charisma and enthusiasm. I think her favourite thing is whatever thing she is currently looking at, although she goes nuts for baths and chasing leaves.

    Growing up I lived in a lot of different households so I kind of "went through" a lot of pets because I stayed with so many families - I have lived with so many animals it would take me forever to list them all. I think I remember them more clearly than the humans I lived with though. I even used to have a cat I would walk on a leash!

    I love having pets, and I don't think I'll go without them again if I can help it. Only problem is that everything is covered in hair all the time now, but it's a small price to pay. Honestly three cats is kind of a lot, though!

    Pet tax:
    Maeby "monorailing", bread-obsessed
    Maeby and Spud
    Spud, note that the plant in the background has since been ravaged by Maeby
    Milli in her favourite spot, in need of a brushing
    Josie, more typical Josie

    1 vote