Tell us about your one of your first pets.
Well, I don’t remember him, but my parents had a dog when I was growing up I think. From what I have gathered thus far, he was rather mean to me (thus my fear of dogs now) and he died in a car accident. Of course this is all bits and pieces that I have extracted out of various people in my family, but no one will say much more than “yeah, there was a dog in the family when you were a baby.” The first pet that I do remember is a pet snake that I bought for a science fair project. I loved that thing and loved watching it eat the little feeder fish I got him. He mysteriously disappeared a week after the science fair and I figured he just got out and slithered to freedom. My brother told me recently that my dad had my mom throw out the snake because my dad is deathly afraid of them. Granted it was only a garter snake, I can see that happening. 🙂
Pick a pet – any pet – and tell us something that he or she did/does that always puts a smile on your face.
One of my favorite things that amuses me to no end is watching my mom argue with Tony (my cat of 14 years). He’ll merrily walk into the kitchen when my mom is cooking and look up at her. She will then look down at him and ask him what he wants, to which he meows. Again she will ask him what she wants and he gives her a more authoritative meow (we all know he is just hoping for some more grub, but she loves busting his chops). This will go on for at least another ten minutes and the really hilarious part is just watching the both of them get frustrated with each other. She’ll get louder asking him what he wants and he’ll get louder demanding scraps… Eventually, he has the last word and my mom just gives him a small something. He will then meow one last time (as in saying “i win!”), walk over by the TV, plop down and do his post meal lick fest where he cleans every inch of his paw and face… Then he’ll go to sleep.
One other amusing thing he does happens at roughly 4:30am every morning. When he sleeps in my sis’s room, he will get up in the morning and paw at my sis to get up and open the door. Naturally in her sleepy state, she opens the door leading to the litter box. He’ll meow letting her know he wants out of the room, but not to the litter box. Once she realizes what’s going on, she opens the door to her room and let’s him out into the rest of the house. He’ll then quickly make his way to my parents’ room where he will scratch at the door if it’s closed or just barge his way in if it’s slightly opened. Once he’s in, he’ll get on my mom and nudge her face until she gets up. Again the arguing starts, though this time he wants her to open the door leading to the litter box for him. Eventually she’ll get up and let him out and she’ll lock the door behind him to teach him a lesson. Unfortunately, my sister has her own entrance to the main hallway to get out, so he’ll just scratch the door till she opens it… You know, in his old age Tony’s become a very spoiled cat ya think?? 😆 Oh I love the little guy.