CJ & Boo Bear

This is Poppa. His name is Moses. He's a Scottish fold. 

Now that Business is done. My name is Boo. They call me this because if you look at the black spots on the back of my head it looks like a ghosts face. 

The orange head to the right of me is my brother CJ, and look at this human that is trying to get in with my face shot.

Me and my brother CJ have all kinds of adventures. Stay tuned for them as our story unfolds.  

Dexter not a Dexter after all

This is my story. My name is Dexter...although it turns out I am not a Dexter after all.

Hmmmm  you smell good.

I am a rescue rabbit. I have been living in the yard of the my human for several months.  Kumar and I would come at night and get delicious carrots from our human.

Dexter is Brown. Kumar is gray.

Then one day I went into the human's house and got to live with them. Life was pretty good. I was getting three square meals a day. I was able to take long naps, and my human actually just thought I was a chill rabbit.

Then one day she came in to clean my cage like she did every single morning only to discover that I am NOT A DEXTER...but rather a DEXTERIA!!!  I gave birth to 9 little bunndles of joy.

9 Born 12/6/11

Boy wasn't my human quit surprised with me?  Next time we will try to introduce the clan. Also let this be a lesson to anyone that decides to rescue a rabbit. Make sure you know the sex of the rabbit and never think that they might just be tired and taking a nap or this could happen to you.

Let me introduce you to our guest Storm

So this weeks guest is Storm

Hi. Aren't I hansome?

I am your typical cat. I eat french fries, and ride on people's shoulders.

McDonald's French Fries my favorite!

My human ride is the only want to go. :-D

I like to watch TV.

Storm what are you watching on TV today?

 But playing hide and seek is definitely my most favorite game that I love to play. 

They will never find me  in the fridge. Cold feet. Why?

You can't see me. Cat in the bag, Cat in the bag, Cat in the bag.

Thanks PetAdventures this has been fun. Can we do it again sometime?

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The life and time of Patches

RIP Patches

Patches

Born on Martin Luther King Day 2008

Mother Tiger (Honey), Uncle Tony( lrg Beige Tiger Left), Patches baby
black and white, flecked kitten sister and beige smaller tiger
(right)brother. 

Patches loved all cats and dogs, but he was really Lucy's buddy.

May you enjoy your time now to play with your buddy Taco who is already in heaven and I am sure was standing at the gate waiting for you.

Patches and Taco playing

Patches would always sleep in the most interesting places and as you will see in these pictures the cat did get around. 

The envelop in the bowl supports his head. 

We thought we got a new knife set.
 Patches thought he got a new box

Only cat I have ever known to crate train himself

Why must you people insist upon putting
your dirty clothes on me?

 He also loved to be up high as witnessed in these next pictures where he is perched on top of the door

I see you Dog....

Time to make my escape

On your mark get set Go!

No will ever say you were not a smart cat...and he preferred it if people would not drink. Exhibit A

I said "No Wine Mommy!"

Patches you will be missed. You were the coolest cat and I am sure Lucy will miss you most as you were her buddy and pal and she was very confused that you were a cat not a dog and you were the male and she was female. We love you "Patches is a kitty". 

Happy Easter from the Chicks, and i don't mean Babes.

So first of all we all want to apologize that Mom hasn't been coming on and writing on this lately, however she has been busy. We have tasked Alexander with the job of attacking her feet in the morning when she doesn't come on. Especially cause he believes he is the star of us all. More of that in the next post.

  So we have new animals to add to our menagerie. Now as we are not naming them, and we refuse to call them pets, but they are animals just the same.  Besides we cats feel that it isn't necessary to name our food, and in consultation with the dogs they agree.

INTRODUCING THE CHICKS

6 of them

Now we Cats & dogs were hoping to have a personal viewing with them, but neither Mom or Dad are letting us anywhere need the cage yet....And we thought we would get some indoor hunting practice in.

Meanwhile things with us are just typically normal. Patches has fully crate trained himself

I sleep best when there are bars around me.

and Alexander feels he is a size 8 but stuck in a size 10.5 box.

I sleep best in an empty box, even when Mom gets me the expensive pet beds.

 

More in the next post...Until then Happy Easter, and if you catch us a bunny we would be most grateful.

Lucy Mutt!

My name is Lucy, and this is my time in the spotlight.

Aren't I cute?

I am tired of all these cats taking over. It is time we dogs in the house got our 15 minutes of fame. My Mommy friend was told I am half Beagle and half German Shepard.  Hence making me all mutt, and yes I know the logistics of the two breeds is kind of funny to imagine, however it explains why my nose never lets me down.

Mommy I used my nose and I found the wood!

Because of the Beagle in me I have short hair. This makes me feel kind of cold on winter days so Mommy went out and bought me a sweater. See?

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Lucy is sporting the latest style in sweaters for dogs.

I feel I look rather sporting in my new sweater, but I did have questions if it made my butt look too big. However, I am past that now.

We have lots of cats at my house and I definitely get along better with some then others. Although I don't like it when they get the table scraps before me, especially when  I have to compete to get my cuddle spot as well. This an example of me having to try and get my spot with the Mommy.

Me and My Buddy Skittles

However Skittles is my buddy and we tend to curl up together where ever mommy is.

I celebrated my 1 year birthday at the beginning of June. However they forgot to give me a birthday cake. There is always next year I suppose.

This me as a baby, and my name is Night. I went and lived with my human family in 2000. I was the first cat were they ever purposely decided to have a cat. I was chosen because I was in a box at this farm house that the humans visited and I was the only one at this age that was able to get out of the box, and I was the only black cat in the litter. The rest were either orange stripped, or gray and white. I was no bigger then a pack of cigarettes when I came to live with my family.





What? I didn't do it. Are you looking at me? Cause if you are looking at me...




This is my beautiful wife Snowball


Can you guess what you get when you have babies between me being a black cat & her being all white? Come back next time to find out.

Peanut

OK I know I said I would cover Donnie next, but I don't want people thinking that all I have ever had was adventures with is cats, because remember I said I have dogs, birds and fish as well. So instead I figured I would introduce Peanut our male dog that we use to have.

Peanut came to live with us in Nov 1999. He was 4 months old. Now we had decided as a family that we would get a dog, and we wanted something puppy like and my husband wanted Female. At this point yes as it was established I use to have a problem sexing animals, however in my defense this time it was not entirely my fault.

So I started calling the various animal shelters in search of a female puppy. I tried the one in our county but they only had one and by the time I got there the puppy was gone. Then I called the shelter one county over from us. They told me they had a part black lab FEMALE 4 month old puppy named Peanut. I was so excited. When I was a child we had a black lab dog named Tyler. I loved that dog and when he got hit by a car I was so sad. So to hear that the shelter had a female black lab I knew I had to see this dog. I asked what time they closed and was told 4:30, so I went straight there after leaving work so I could go see this puppy.

I got there and they took me in and this puppy looked at me with it's eyes from the other side of the cage and cocked it's head. Little did I know that it was a he and I would being sucked in just like the characters in the movie Marley and Me. Even at first glance I knew this was the dog for us as a family. We did paperwork for the dog(which said female on it) and then I put the dog in my car and drove home. As soon as I got out of the car my husband and the kids came rushing outside to see the new puppy because I had called them to tell them that I had found us a puppy. First thing my husband says when the dog gets out of the car is, "I thought you were getting a Female dog? I told you I wanted a female dog." It never occurred to me to look at the anatomy of the dog or that what I was told or what was on the paperwork was wrong until this very point. Sure enough I finally looked at the back end of the dog to realized He was definitely male. Remember though when I saw the dog I never at anytime had seen the back end before leaving the shelter. So my husband said we could try it and see how things went. Lesson learned here is always check all sides of an animal before taking it home.

Peanut was a challenge in the beginning for a variety of reasons. He was neurotic, scared, lovable, and even annoying at times. He had a huge love of anything leather. He would lick, bite, drool, rub and destroy a pair of leather pants or even a wallet if you weren't paying attention. He was very afraid of Lightening, and parking garages. In his prime he weighed over 100 lbs and unfortunately when he got scared he thought he was a little dog and would try and sit in your lap.

He also had a very impish side to him. We saw this first when one week after bringing him home it was Thanksgiving and the day after Thanksgiving he stuck his head in the fridge and pulled out the turkey leg and ran through the house with it before anyone could grab him. I only ever saw him get aggressive with another dog once in the 10 years he was with us, and for whatever reason he just didn't like the black German shepherd that would come to our house whenever it got loose.

When we first moved into our house we had him on a run and he managed to break the line more then half a dozen times, and when he did some how Daisey would break her line to and the two of them would take off. The last time they go loose before we put in invisible fencing to keep them safe he went to the house where the guy had two horses and he rolled for over an hour in the horse manure when my husband caught up with him. Can I say a dog smelling like horse manure gets to stay outside for a long time until the smell is gone.

We lost him 3 years ago just before Christmas. His invisible fence had broken and he took off and got hit right in front of our house by a car because it was night time. Spaghetti and meatballs have not had the same meaning since, because those were his favorite and he would bark until he got a meatball.

I think this is enough for now about him, and I will cover more about him in the future when I talk about some of the other animals in the house.

More Pet's Then The Average Bear.

So let me start by saying I have more pet's then the average person. I tell everyone that I have the food chain at my house. I currently have 13 cats, 1 bird, 2 dogs and 4 fish. We started this adventure 11 yrs, actually if I re-evaluate it started even before that. I would love to say I don't know how it all happened but I would be lying if I did.

Let me first start by saying that my husband isn't able to walk away when it comes to animals. Now this is not what I was first led to believe when he and I first met and started dating. When I first met my husband he told me he liked dogs and had more then one, but he was allergic and didn't like cats. Over time I came to realize his dislike for cats was not dislike but more a mis-understanding of them.

So let's go back in time and discuss the first cat he and I ever had and how that came to be. Since I was a child I had always had cats in my life, and even a dog. My husband though up until this time had really only ever had a dog. A beagle and the later a collie to be exact. So we moved into our very first apartment together and this buff colored large cat started coming to our door. I can remember him asking what we should do as this cat kept coming to our door day after day and meowing at it. Now mind you we lived in a 2nd floor apartment, so the cat had to climb the numerous stairs to get to our door to meow. It was late summer, beginning of fall when this occurred to. I told him that no matter what we did that we couldn't feed the cat as it would never go home if we did. A few days after that conversation my husband couldn't take it so he gave the cat a can of tuna fish. I knew this would seal our fate with the cat and it did. So we took the cat in and I named him Missy, and because I had cats in my younger life made me the expert of course. Did I mention I was in my twenties and knew nothing??

So this was how Missy came to be with us. He was a very hansom cat, but he didn't like very many people. He was the type of cat that would swipe you with his claws out as you walked by just being in his space. He also preferred women over men for some reason and he definitely liked adults over kids as well. For me he was great company, but my husbands lack of cat understanding made his time with us not last long. So he eventually had to go live with my mother-in-law once I found out I was pregnant.

After Missy we were pet free until we moved to Wakefield where again my husband brought a stray cat home but I will explain that adventure in my next post cause I have to run.