We have a cat named Basil (after the plant, not the Byzantine Emperors). He's a black Himalayan (flat face, long hair) who was declawed by previous owners. He also has only one front tooth and a few molars left due to mistreatment due to these same previous owners. Fortunately he's not emotionally screwed up at all from any of it, at least not in a bad way. He's the only cat I've ever known who will come jump in your lap on command without fail. He's never ignored anybody giving him any attention ever. On the downside, no teeth = lots of drool.
Lloyd: When I met Mary, I got that old fashioned romantic feeling, where I'd do anything to bone her. Harry: That's a special feeling.
We now have two hamsters: Charcoal (a/k/a Charlie) and Fluffy; and a Betta named Souchi. We're going to be adopting a gerbil tomorrow, and a dog (Angel, a seven year old pom/poodle/maltese mix) on Friday.
Originally posted by OliverWe're going to be adopting a gerbil tomorrow, and a dog (Angel, a seven year old pom/poodle/maltese mix) on Friday.
You just said in another post that your apartment building doesn't allow dogs.
That's true...but we're trying to swing it with her doctor to give a note to the management company to allow us to own one. Lisa has some high anxiety and blood pressure issues (both medicinally treated) and we believe owning a dog would be very helpful in dealing with it. We're able to leave a deposit if necessary.
Worst case scenario: we'll move. We've been thinking about heading East for some time now.
I recently adopted a cat from the local animal shelter...he really can only be loosely defined as a cat. The guy is HUGE. He weighs 30 pounds, and it's not because he's fat. He came with the name Armando, but I changed it to Andre, for obvious reasons. Check it:
My girlfriend is 5'11"! That bastard is part mountain lion. It's weird how my frame of reference has been warped, though. I went over to someone's house, where they have normal-sized cats, and all I could think was "Where did they get these miniature cats from?"
"I could drown the pain, and drink upon commuter trains, and here you stand in eastern standard time" - Mike Doughty
About 90% of my dreams, whether good ones or nightmares, involve a double decker bus, or at least a ride on some kind of public transport. No matter how diverse the details of the rest of the dreams are from each other. I have no idea why.