Posted 23 May 2009 - 09:56 PM
My pets were all owned by me, most of them for several years. They had no choice but to turn out weird.
My late boy cat Mollie was out of his mind. He loved to chase imaginary things, run laps around the house, sleep in the bathroom sink, drink out of any source of water except his dish, and loved junk food. He once ate a whole bag of popcorn by himself in one night, and managed to open a box of doughnuts and take a bite out of each one. And no matter how old he got, he always got excited when I ran my hand across the carpet.
Caspurr is my female cat and the only time she will ever sit on my lap is when I am on my laptop, and when she does, she insists I hold her on her back like one might hold a baby. She has me trained to hold my arm in such a way so she can lay in her desired position when she jumps on me. And then she will proceed to bite her toenails while in my lap. Because she is so mellow, she actually will not flip over if she falls back first from somewhere. She also feels all the food in the house is hers and will shamelessly help herself to your food, snacks and drinks. She is also an alien cat because she has not visibly aged since she was about five, and she is now 13.
Rolly is Caspurr's brother, and he's huge...a whole 25 pounds of cat lard. Rolly is a lap cat too, but only if you are reading something. When he sees you with a book or a magazine or the paper, he decides he needs your attention right then. Rolly also drools when he's happy and is not shy about sharing his snots by nuzzling your face mid-drool. And deending on his mood, Rolly will meow if you touch him at all or even look at him funny. And he likes to eat inedible things, like rubber bands and the nets oranges are sold in. And finally, Rolly loves strangers. He will make himself comfortable on the lap of anyone who is a guest.
Kip is my other boy cat, and he's overall normal. He loves attention and loves to play, and he is very much a lap cat under all circumstances. And if I put my finger near his face, he will bite me lightly. And although he loves being brushed, he will hiss and spit and swat at the brush when I use it on him.
And then there's the dog Nikki, and she looks like a thinner version of an American eskimo dog. She's a good dog, and can be left to her own devices for a couple of hours and be trusted to not destroy anything or harm the cats. While she is intelligent and knows lots of tricks, she is also a little dense, as she is afraid of rubber bands, mints, and snow on tree branches. I make fun of how stupid she is, but she really is a sweet, smart dog.