What's Your Favorite Memory of a Pet That is no Longer With You?

[JCMach1]

Here's mine:

Today, because of the cooler temperatures, I was thinking of my old cat Floyd. Floyd was a bright orange and white semi-fluffy tabby who I rescued as a tiny kitten along with his brother Floyd. Kittens you raise from that small tend to get very attached. One of Floyd's favorite tricks was to sneak into your be on cold days where you would find him completely curled around the top of your head like some Russian hat. I would always wake-up warm but with an itchy nose when he did this because of my slight cat allergies.

His brother, Pumpkin, had the nickname of 'Mr. Sexy'. Whenever my GF at the time would be well engaged in intimate business, his favorite thing to do was find the best site on the bed to be a spectator. Eeeeewwww. But, we loved him anyway.

They don't make them like Floyd and Pumpkin any more.

Now, what about yours?

[BlueJazz]

1. A Golden retriever named "Pluto"

Got him as a puppy and he had the sweetest disposition of any animal I've ever had...and smart as a whip.
I trained him to stand by the door when he had to "Go" in 2 days...trained him to "come" and "stay" in 20 minutes....He just seemed to know exactly what you wanted.

Funny though...when I was playing in Bands, I'd go to bed at 2:00 am and would wake up at 8:00 every morning. I couldn't figure out why I kept waking up at 8:00..until one morning I woke up (by myself) at 7:30. I just stayed in bed thinking when I felt a tug at my sheets...I started to stir and saw Pluto run back to his place in the corner and acted like he was sleeping. When I got out of bed He
"Woke up" and looked at me as if to say: "Oh..You're up ??, I guess it's time to play"

That little Rascal !!!

[Richardo]

3. That's hilarious

:rofl: Good boy!

[kedrys]

2. Caesar used to sleep on my pillow

when I wasn't using it. When he passed away, I couldn't even walk into the bedroom for a week because he wasn't there. He was a black and tan tabby, and Plato, mostly white, also has tabby markings. I asked Plato if he could be the tabby of record, and whaddayaknow, Plato slept on my pillow for a month. He still does, occasionally. Caesar pretty much helped us raise the triplets, and later the twins, and they occasionally exhibit some of Caesar's personality traits.

Caesar's other interesting habit was to climb on the edge of the bed next to be, sit down facing the wall about a foot from it, and be completely still for about two minutes. We called it "making his devotions", figuring he was reporting to and/or getting new instructions from The Big Giant Cat. None of the other cats do that.

The first time Imhotep saw TV, he was sitting on the bed, but on his butt like a biped, and he took one look and very distinctly said "wow!". He also would beg at dinner, and the more food you gave him (usually chicken, although he liked everything, including Mexican food), the more playful he got, and he had huge hands - watch for those claws!

Imhotep also was Cop Cat. Any time any of the other cats was mean to another cat, he would physically put himself between the two cats in question and glare at them until they went to their respective corners. I never saw any other cat do that, and it explains how he ruled the outdoor roost when he lived outside, and his impressive collection of battle scars.

Caesar passed away the day after his 16th birthday, on September 4, 2007, before we left the States. He was my King Cat. Imhotep made the trip to Montreal, and passed away August 19, 2008, at about 14 years of age; he was FIV-positive, and the old tank lived a great life.

I miss them both.

[Bertha Venation]

5. Sweet memories of sweet companions.

I enjoyed reading this, Kedrys.

[Bertha Venation]

4. Richard

Walking around the house with a string in his mouth, yowling. He was the String King.

I also liked it when he weirded out my sister by licking her elbow. :rofl:

[GoCubsGo]

6. There was that day when I was soaking in my bath tub...

...and Tigger, the feral kitty I had tried unsucessfully to make an indoor kitty, was sitting on the side of the tub. In comes my B.B., who trotted up to the side of the tub. I could see it coming, and moved out of the way... She stood up on her hind legs and gave Tigger a shove, and Tig tumbled into the water. Once, Frazier was snooping in the cabinet underneath the bathroom sink. The door was open--until B.B. came by. She saw him in there and slammed the door shut, closing him in there. She was definitely Queen of the House, and the sweetest cat in the World, otherwise.

[hobbit709]

7. There was this old collie we rescued from the pound

We didn't know his name but called him Sam. He'd been picked up with no collar or tags and nobody had claimed him for 3 weeks and they were about to put him down when our Collie Club found out and called us to get him. Of course, once he got to our house, he wasn't leaving-which is how we ended up with 8 dogs at one time. The vet said he was about 16 which is pretty ancient for a big dog.
He was about half deaf and had severe arthritis but we had him for about 6 months until he couldn't walk anymore. You could tell that he must have been a show quality dog when he was younger.
He knew that anything on the floor was his but anything on the table was off limits. One day I put my cheeseburger on the table and turned around to get a drink out of the fridge and when I turned back, he had one corner of the wrapper in his mouth and was very slowly pulling it off the table. He figured if he could help it get to the floor it was OK.

[MorningGlow]

8. So many memories of Dilbert, the first cat Mr. MG and I got

Like...he had a habit of seeking us out, sitting very still, and staring us down when the food dish was empty. He had been a stray (we picked him up when he was about six months old and loaded with every parasite in the kitteh sick-book) and I think he was always paranoid about where his next meal was coming from. He also loved the mile-long red string that was used by the tree farm to wrap up our Christmas trees every year--and woe betide the hoomins who dared cut off a piece to give him instead of leaving the thing whole and tangled up to catch on everything in the house. On the other hand, he was terrified of plastic grocery bags--he knew enough not to mess with them but could never resist, and one time he managed to stick his head through the handle, freaked out, and then tore through the entire house with the killer grocery bag "chasing" him. I thought he was going to have a heart attack till Mr. MG tackled him and got the offending bag off his neck.

But my favorite memories of Dilbert were when we brought home his sisters. We got Jasmine, my familiar, next, and did the traditional thing of bringing her into the house in a cat carrier and letting them get acquainted through the metal bars of the door. Dilbert saw the other feline, did a double take, and glared at us, CLEARLY communicating "You can't be serious". Then he walked up to the cat carrier, all kinds of cautious, sniffed Jasmine, and then looked over his shoulder at us, CLEARLY communicating, "Why?! Did I do something wrong? Was I not enough for you? Why, o hoomins, why?!"

Eventually he and Jasmine became friends, even (gasp) curling up together to sleep--we have photographic evidence--but bringing home Clover was the last straw. On my honor, when we brought her into the house in the cat carrier and put it on the floor, Dilbert walked up to it, peered inside, and looked at us, CLEARLY communicating, "Oh. My. God. Didn't you learn your lesson the last time? I wash my hands (paws) of you." And he stomped away. He and Clover never did make friends (she's way too neurotic), but when he was unwell, before he died, she kept him company on the guest room bed.

And, although I've posted this pic here before, it bears a repost, because Dilbert was a master at cramming his fat, fuzzy butt into ANY size box, just to claim it and prove it could be done. So forthwith, an encore presentation of Kitteh Loaf:

[Arugula Latte]

13. Bwaaa! So cute!

:loveya:

I heart kitty loaf!

[Rambis]

9. Golden retriever Esau

named after brother esau one of my favourite grateful dead tunes,nothing to do with the bible.

When people would ask him to shake we taught him to shake his entire body. Stoned pizza delivery guy nearly died laughing one night on that one. You had to say give me 5 to get the paw.

Miss him! We lost his 1/2 brother two months ago he was 15 years old. The kids found him on the living room floor:(

[LibertyLover]

10. A German Shepherd named Maka

His full name was Maka ib Re, which means roughly, Ra protects my heart in middle Egyptian. He was one of the best dogs I ever had. One evening in early summer he decided not to sleep on my bed, but to lie on the floor by the open screen door. It was about 11:30 pm when this happened. We had turned out the lights about half an hour before and I was almost asleep when all of a sudden the dog went crazy, barking and growling. I jumped out of bed and ran to the door, which was literally 4 feet from where I was sleeping. I found the dog half in and half out of the screen door and struggling to get his whole body out. We also heard footsteps running away. Apparently someone had seen the dark house and the screen door and thought they could break in easily. What they missed was the large dark lump at the bottom of the door that erupted into snarling, growling, barking fury when someone tried to slice a whole in the screen and come in. That, sadly, was the last time we went to sleep without the air conditioner on and doors open.

There have been others. My first greyhound died just a year ago. He was the sweetest dog. The day that my husband and I adopted him we brought him over to my mom's house for a bath. She had installed a faucet in the dog run with hot and cold running water for bathing the dogs. Mom was not a big fan of greyhounds - she thought they looked like snakes - but after his bath, we let Sam wander out in her back yard. The poor dog had never seen so much grass in his life and had never seen flowers. He walked up to a blooming plant very slowly and carefully. Mom asked why he was doing that since she was used to our other dogs paying flowers and bushes no real attention. I explained that he had been kept in cage all his life, let out only to race or a couple of times a day to do his business and had never really seen flowers before. She immediately changed her mind about the dog and liked him from then on.

[Tikki]

11. Thelma Lou.....

Such a sweet ole girl. So funny. As she got older she would cruise the
living room at night giving each of us (Mom, Dad & two boys) a big slurpy kiss...
look at us straight in the face, like she wanted to remember, and then waddle off to bed.

In the last years she slept with dad and I part of the night and then off to the
youngest boys bedroom until morning.

I love Tikki~the dawg~...but, Thelma Louise Priscilla (1980~1996) was my bestest old friend dawg.


Tikki

[gizmonic]

12. Such sweet, funny stories!

My first and only dog I had was Candy, an English Springer Spaniel and I loved her to pieces. :loveya: I was about nine and my brother about six or seven when my parents surprised us with the news we were adopting a puppy for Xmas!

She was liver and white, the runt of the litter and had the most adorable little stubby tail (this was before I knew about cropping :( ) and gorgeous curly ears. When we brought her home the first thing she did was waddle over to the Xmas tree and fall asleep on top of the presents.

I think she was the most photographed puppy in the world -- I must have taken tons of pictures of her! (of course this was well before digital cameras. I can't imagine how much $$ we must have spent on developing!) I have pictures of her playing in the snow (during the Blizzard of 77-78). She was sooo tiny she didn't sink into the snow. :)

She was such a good natured and patient girl -- she put up with a lot of silliness from me, especially when I used to dress her up in hats, sunglasses, and the like. She was probably my best friend growing up -- she never made fun of my accent, never yelled at me, she was always there for me.

She lived to be about 16 years old. My parents still have her ashes. She's in a urn with a picture of her laughing. That's how she was.

She's been gone some 15 years now and I'm tearing up just writing about her. Better stop before I start blubbering at work!







Not my picture, but this image captures her perfectly.

[livetohike]

14. Smokey (died in 1987) was the smartest dog I've ever known

He was the master of frisbee catching. When we lived in Houston we were across the street from an elementary school that was next to a bayou and I would walk him along the bayou when I got home from work. The kids that were there in an after school program would run to the fence to watch Smokey catch the frisbee. I have so many good memories of him, but his athleticism and focus on the frisbee always makes me smile. He would be exhausted, yet that frisbee would dangle from one of his canines and he would wag his tail and look at me with that "Just one more throw, okay?" look in his eyes.

I miss him still :cry:.

[Brigid]

15. A tuxedo cat named Sylvester.

We had him years ago. He used to chase dogs, and didn't care how big they were. He once chased a neighbor's two Old Engllish Sheepdogs out of our yard. One day, though, he tangled with the wrong dog -- a Scottie. The Scottie chased him up a tree, and he stayed there the rest of the day, long after the dog was gone. That was the end of his dog-chasing career. :)

[haele]

16. Willy-Bear used to answer the phone when the answering machine kicked on -

This was back when very few phones were portable. He'd usually do this after I'd been gone for the day and night had already fallen. He'd hear my voice on the machine, come over, knock the phone off the cradle onto the ground, and meow into it. The answering machine would continue recording, so if the original call had not hung up before he knocked the phone off, you'd hear the conversation...

Hello? Hello?
Mrrrow....
Hello?
Mrrrr'eeerp
Are you a kitty?
... Rrrr,rrr, erp...
Meeeeoromreee...?

The manager used to come in and check on the kitties when I had duty weekends, and used pick the phone up and put it back every evening.

One young kid, must have been about 5 or 6 from the voice, used to call Saturday nights, just to talk to Willy-Bear for about 10 minutes. It was very sad, poor boy was apparently dropped off alone on a custody weekend at around 6 pm with a parent that worked and did not get home until a half hour later or so. He got my phone number by mistake, got Willy-Bear, and just kept calling afterwords to keep himself company.

Moggy was a slipper kitty. Just a love for belly rubs by foot. He'd flop down right in front of you for a rub.

I miss them both, they were good baby boys...

Haele

[Louisiana1976]

17. My Siamese cat Oliver. He always had to be the "alpha cat." What was cute about him

was he wasn't lithe the way most Siamese are--he was chubby and cuddly.

[crim son]

18. My sweet Etheldread.

She was my favorite kitty of all time - she fetched, went for walks and was wonderfully playful and affectionate. The night she had her first litter she was terribly torn between sleeping with her kittens and sleeping with me as she always had. She went back and forth, back and forth, mewing softly and purring. Cutest thing in the world. The kittens won, naturally.

[Arugula Latte]

21. Aww, that is sweet.

When I was a kid we had many kitties. My parents would go for a walk in the evenings (especially in summer) and they'd sometimes have two, three, four, or even five kitties following them as they walked (sometimes they followed them all around the block). They finally had the policy of closing the kitties in the house because they were worried a dog would chase them into the street or something.

[crim son]

27. Well, your parents were wise.

I had another cat who loved to go for walks and one day he just walked away. I found him months later, across town on a stranger's porch. He was very distinctive looking, black and white with a stub of a tail, so I knew it was him.

[JCMach1]

32. I also had a cat, Mika, here in the UAE who would fetch a small ball

just like a dog... I had NEVER seen a cat do that before.

[crim son]

37. Me either. Isn't it cute!!!?

My boyfriend has trained his cat to sit and stay while he fills her food bowl. She is not allowed to approach the bowl until he gives her the signal, and she actually obeys him. Some cats are unusual!

[JCMach1]

45. Same cat Mika would join me in the bath tub sometimes to dip her paws

in and then groom. On a few occasions she jumped in and stayed for a bit.

[ThatsMyBarack]

19. My childhood cat "Dow Jones"....

Used to like to sit at the kitchen sink and lick dripping water from the faucet.

We named her Dow Jones because we thought she would be just an average cat. She was actually ABOVE average, of course! ;)

[Arugula Latte]

20. A couple:

When I was a kid I had a beautiful dark bay gelding for about four years. When he saw me walking towards his pen, he'd lift his head up high and give this happy whinny of recognition. It always made me feel good that he was glad to see me (in spite of the fact that I'd put a bit in his mouth strap a saddle to his back :( ).

We had many wonderful kitties. One of my favorites was a tiny little tabby named, not so originally, Mama Kitty. Well, Mama Kitty became obsessively in love with me (it was mutual). She'd meet me at the door and squawk at me endlessly to pet her and pick her up. I could make her crazy, too, but vigorously petting her until she would charge at the nearest other kitty in her craziness. This little tiny thing would scare the crap out of much bigger kitties when she flew at them like a rocket. (She never hurt them, just sort of batted her paw at the air at them and then ran back to me for more scritchies.)

[trof]

22. Ace and Gypsy and the squirrel.

Ace was a black cat and a hell of a hunter.
Gypsy was a German Shepherd and a wanna be hunter.
Ace ADORED Gypsy.
Gypsy tolerated Ace.
Unrequited love.
:-(
But that's another story.

Gypsy loved to chase squirrels but just wasn't fast enough to catch one.
Ace did catch squirrels, by subterfuge.
He'd play dead until one got close enough and then SNATCH!

And one day he dragged his trophy squirrel over to Gypsy and dropped it at her feet.
"Here you go, sweetie. Have at it."

Gypsy sniffed at it and turned and walked away.
If they didn't run they didn't interest her.
:-)

[Ghost of Tom Joad]

23. Ozzie the cat

eating Cheeto's

[regnaD kciN]

24. A cat duo...

Among our cats, Sonya was a shorthair tortie-and-white who ruled the roost. Matagot (a.k.a. "Matt-cat") was a placid, longhaired black Angora with a sense of humor and a love of practical jokes.

One morning, when I was out, my (ex-)wife was eating breakfast, when Sonya, for no apparent reason, attacked Matagot. My ex chased Sonya out of the room and picked up Matt-Cat to console him. While he was sitting in her lap, purring appreciatively, he made a casual swipe of his plumed tail right through her cereal and milk. Not knowing what else to do, she put down the bowl on the floor for Matt-Cat to finish, whereupon he looks over at Sonya, who had reappeared in the doorway, gives her some kind of feline signal, and the two of them happily gather at the bowl to finish off the cereal they had so cleverly scammed.

Now, that would be funny. But what happens next is even better.

After my ex and I split up, and I met the woman who would become my (current) wife, I was telling her about the famed cereal scam. She, not being a cat-owner before, understandably considered my story to be ridiculous, and the product of a typical cat-lover determined to see more intelligence in his pets than really was there. So it went, until the one day I come home and found her sitting at the kitchen table as if dazed. "They did it again," she says. I don't know if Sonya and Matagot understood her expressed doubts about the incident, and wanted to "show her," or just figured she was a new mark who could be played by the old routine. But she never doubted cats' intelligence thereafter.

[book lady]

25. My fondest memory is of Walter our pug...

After supper, my husband would be sitting in his LazyBoy and Walter would jump up and lay on his lap. After a very short while, the sounds of snoring, both human and canine would waft through the living room...

[applegrove]

26. I had a cat named Angus. He had been a barn kitten, then adopted in a home with other cats

and was abused by them. We got him next. He hid under the furniture for the first month. He was terrified of us. Sometimes he would come into the room if we were in it and sit far away. That is as close as he could get comfortably. One day he and I had a nap together back to back. Was the only time he ever cuddled with me. It meant so much to me.

[Demoiselle]

28. Our Golden Retriever, Dudley...

The first in a long line of family dogs and cats.
Dudley was a gentle sweetheart. Our baby girl Lily was about 2 1/2 at the time she discovered that she could sit astride him when he was lying down, sphinx style, paws out in front of him. He would tolerate this for what seemed hours...and, when he really had to get up, he would very very gently very very slowly slide out from under her, so she was able to get her footing without thumping to the ground. He was, simply, very careful with her, and I don't think I've seen anything quite like it.

[Angry Dragon]

29. I have loved all the animals that have allowed me to part of their lives

The one that comes to my mind at this moment is of Jake, a big grey cat. Two things with stick out in my mind. He would let the two kittens I had nurse off of him. Never could figure out the reason he allowed this.

The next thing that comes to mind is I was outside one day working in the yard and I noticed he was just sitting there staring at a bush. I could not see anything in the bush that could interest him. The next thing I know he is jumping into the air, clapping his front paws together and trying to catch something. It was a Monarch butterfly that was sitting in the bush and when it was trying to fly away he tried to catch it.

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

30. A lot of memories:

Here's Charles, 1974-1995 (he lived to be 21). He wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he was a big old fluffy love-bug. One thing he liked to do is "kill" balloons by popping them with his claws; then he'd eat them, causing the litter box to be unusually colorful. He also loved bread, and would claw open plastic bread bags and gnaw the crusts off. And corn husks -- he'd beg frantically for corn husks.



And here's Leonard, 1980-1996. He disappeared one subzero January day by sneaking out the back porch door, and we couldn't find him anywhere. I thought sure he'd frozen to death, but about a week later he reappeared, none the worse for the wear. He ate until he just about fell over, then slept on a radiator for a couple of days.



This is Alice, 1986-1999. She was a sweet little tortie who liked to lurk behind the furniture and pounce on my feet. She picked me to take her home when she stuck her paw out of the cage at the animal shelter and patted me.



And this is Woody, 1996-2003. He was a retriever -- he never got tired of retrieving little glittery balls. And he slept on my head or my arm every night, purring loudly enough to rattle the windows. He died much too young.



And finally, here's Teddy. He was a character. He was relentlessly friendly and sweet, happy to greet and follow around anyone who came to my house. His favorite activity was gravity-checking. He'd wake me up every morning by shoving stuff on the floor. It drove me crazy at the time, but now I miss finding my alarm clock, lamp, glasses and books on the floor...



RIP, kitties. :loveya:

[csziggy]

31. Foxy and Nilla Cat

When I was in kindergarten, my Dad had a business prospecting for phosphate in the swamps and woods of Central Florida. One day he found a dog out in the woods that was obviously dumped. The dog was the color, size and approximate build of a fox, so of course we named him Foxy. Even though my two older sisters tried to claim him, Foxy was my dog. From the first day, he was my constant companion when I was home. When I started first grade, Foxy would walk with me to the corner just across the street from the school and after the first day, he'd be waiting for me when I got out of school. We'd spend all afternoon running around the neighborhood and playing in the swamp next to our house.

One day I got out of school and Foxy was not there. I ran home and Mom told me that he had been hit by a car and killed instantly. A few years later she told me that was not true - he had been bitten by a water moccasin and died a horrible death. She did not want me to think of the pain Foxy went through or to be afraid to go out in the swamp. I still think of Foxy as being the perfect dog for a little girl.


When my oldest sister was in graduate school, she was in charge of the lab animals for her research department. One of the cats was not working out for the protocol - he had diarrhea unless he was petted which did not exactly fit for a good experimental subject. I had always wanted a cat with his markings - tabby pointed Siamese - so she and her fiance snuck the cat out of the lab for me. That poor cat had never been outside of a building. The first day they took him out, he was put in a wire cage in the backyard, then stuffed in the back of my station wagon with two giant Boston ferns. On the way home, the axle on my car went bad, and the cat and I sat outside a repair shop for hours while we waited for a ride home.

When we finally made it home,I looked at the cat all curled up in a little round knot and he looked like a bowl of vanilla ice cream with caramel sauce drizzled over it. So he became The One and Only Original Vanilla Caramel Ice Cream Cat, more often known as Nilla Cat. Nilla Cat spent two days in my house, then escaped - I was sure I would never see him again, though several of us walked the neighborhood looking for him. Three days later, he sauntered in, pleased with himself and covered in dirt.

Nilla was the most affectionate cat I had ever known. He knew when I needed comforting and would cuddle with me until I felt better. He was a year old when I adopted him and live with me for seventeen and a half years.

[Roon]

33. Dolly used to catch millar moths

offer them to others, and push the dead moths towards them with her nose. Dolly was such a funny kitty.

[SeattleGirl]

34. My fondest, lovliest, saddest memor of my cat, Miss Kitty, the Queen

of the Universe:

She had not been doing well, but was not in any pain that I could tell. She was 18 years old, and had been a joy to me that whole time.

The night she died, she was laying at my feet, and she made a little sound and moved her head. I felt she wanted me to pick her up, so I did. I cradled her in my arms, and she peacefully passed away.

It broke my heart, but it was also lovely that she wanted to be with me at the end.

I told my sisters about this, and they were both amazed that Missy wanted to be held at the end. Most animals want to go hide when it's time for them to cross the Rainbow Bridge. My Missy didn't, and while it hurt like hell to watch the life drain from her, it was also wonderful that I could hold her in my arms during that time.

[Maraya1969]

35. Dewy ran away and came home with someone's roast beef in his mouth.

Oh and then there was the time he brought home a pizza.

[clyrc]

36. How could I chose just one?

Cupcake, Boo Boo, Mutly, Prissy, Mickey, Quimby, Chica, Cali, Eureka, Franz, Silver, Dessa, Nick, Mika, Adrienne, Natasha, Rani, and Will were all animals I loved dearly and miss so much.

[KamaAina]

38. Towards the end of our Kwan Yin's ninth life

she sat down and licked my hand. No biggie at first.

But she kept licking and licking as though she were trying to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop. After a while it started to hurt! But I couldn't bear to pull my hand away.

Finally she stopped -- forty-five minutes later. So much for the cat-haters who say they only lick us for the salt. :P

[undeterred]

39. Being led around on a leash by my border collie

The dog I got in college was smart and she decided that she should be the one taking me for a walk. So she picked up the leash handle and if I held the other end we would walk down the street that way.
She wasn't on the leash, but as long as I held the other end she would never let go. When people saw that she was 'walking' me they would start laughing.

[styersc]

40. My favorite memory of Tessie the Dog is her pelt.

Not really a memory as I had her made into rug and now she is in my library.

[styersc]

41. Sometimes I go into the library during cold, arid, weather and

rub my stocking feet back and forth on Tessie's back. Then I say, "Tessie, make electricity!" Then I touch a doorknob and when it sparks I say, "Good dog. That's a good Tessie".

I like that. She was a good dog.

[nytemare]

42. My sheltie Pebbles

When I was a child living in Maryland, I made the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich ever known to be in existence. I was very happy with this sandwich, and set it on the back porch so I could sit outside in the crisp air to eat it. Well, I needed some milk, so I had to run back inside. Pebbles was nowhere to be seen, so I snuck inside for the milk. When I came out, there was Pebbles, looking at me with her beady little brown eyes, smacking her mouth because the peanut butter was stuck in it.

Little bitch.

:D

[Mugu]

43. The day that I brought my pet skunk to my kindergarten Show & Tell.

The teacher had just assumed that Mert (short for mercaptan) was descented. When he became quite agitated by the dogs I explained that he wouldn't squirt as long as his tail was held down. It was at that moment that the teacher realized that Mert had full facilities and then it was she who became agitated.

Shortly thereafter, Mert and I were hustled out and I was informed that he wasn't welcome at school.

[NNadir]

44. When I was a boy, I had a cat. His name was um, "Fluffy" because he was, um, well "fluffy."

This cat was one tough bastard, maybe because you really have to stand up to agressors when your name is "Fluffy."

We had a vicious Pit Pull named "VJ" in my neighborhood who lived behind a fence and scared the shit out of every kid in our neighborhood.

One day "VJ" got out somehow and started chasing "Fluffy" across my family lawn at high speed. I must have been around ten years old and I had this moment of terror at seeing a vicious dog eat my cat. All of a sudden "Fluffy" stopped dead in his tracks, turned and leaped on "VJ's" nose claws extended. Five seconds later the dog was running and the cat was chasing the dog. I don't think VJ ever went beyond the fence again.

Actually "Fluffy" was a terror to many animals in the neighborhood and had nasty run ins with Blue Jays who used to actually attack him. The Blue Jays always lost. I remember one time a blue jay was dive bombing him and before I could get there to drive the Jay off, the cat had removed the bird's head.

Like I said, a tough guy.

"Fluffy" was killed when he fell into a vat of creosote and attempted to lick it off his fluffy hair.

At home, as tough as he was on the streets, he was an affectionate and sweet cat, purring and nuzzling all the time.

[jmowreader]

46. Frankie's bread eating habits

Frankie was a tortoiseshell my wife rescued about a month and a half after we got married and named for Frank Zappa, who had died the day before. (Which was...oh, about three months after we met. I am not kidding.) This cat had a face not even its mother could love, but she was so sweet....anyway, about two days after we got the cat, we were having dinner rolls. Frankie jumped up on the table, grabbed a roll, jumped back down and ate the whole thing.

[Odin2005]

47. My mom's little Pomeranian.

He was lighter than my cat, who would always ambush him from under the Xmas tree. :rofl: