Look, it’s time for puppies and kittens and pets and adorableness. Aarya asked if we could do a post of everyone’s pets, and I thought that was a marvelous idea. PETS!
Let’s do this!
This angry christmas boy is Boo Radley, the family cat. He only loves one person and it is not me. His primary mode of communication is the chirp and he cannot bear going to the basement to use his litter box if ANYONE acknowledges his presence when he is on his way there.
Amanda: “DON’T LOOK AT ME I NEED TO POOP.”
Charlotte: This is Archibald Angus McDog. He loves car rides, carrots, biting larger dogs on the butt, and eating gross chicken wings he forages from the street, and he is VERY HAPPY TO SEE YOU.
This is Dewey. He is extremely smart and handsome. If he were a person he would be a gentleman detective.
This is Fish and Chips. They are 2 years old (Fish – R) and 5 mos (Chips – L) and are partners in crime and best buds:
Charlotte: Dewey has a good face for (gentlemanly) interrogations.
Elyse: Also Fish and Chips:
Ellen: much surprise! wow!
Maya: Here’s my sweet boy Bucket. He’s extremely talkative and just wants to play fetch and cuddle all day long.
And here’s Morgan, aka Fluffy Butt, aka Principessa Floofington. She’s still kinda mad at me that I adopted Bucket a little over a year ago.
But! She lets Bucket groom her and I am desperately waiting for the day I find them cuddling. But they’ve gotten pretty close!
Tara: This is Zadie and her new bed.
She loves the bed so much that this is pretty much where she lives unless she’s freaking out with joy because I came home, barking at anyone delivering a package, or is my shadow in the kitchen in hopes that I’ll sneak her a little something.
Aarya: I don’t have a pet at the moment, but I am very close to my sister’s cat Sasha (I named her and I’m the reason why my sister adopted her). She was a stray and rescued in the middle of a very chilly winter. For a very long time, she was scared of humans and refused to be touched. After three years with my sister, she’s still wary of strangers but tolerates scratches/snuggles from familiar faces (not too long, of course. Her dignity will only allow a minute or two).
There was a viral tweet the other day where you categorized cats according to two axes: polite vs bastard and aristocracy vs Victorian orphan. Sasha is at the intersection of polite and aristocracy (though she can channel her internal Oliver Twist if she thinks my sister is walking toward the cabinet with the wet food).
Sasha’s hobbies include chasing after toy carrots, snoozing in a ball-like figure, investigating bags/boxes, and badly hunting down toy mice until she deigns her time to be unworthy.
Oh, and the very best Christmas present I ever got my sister was a set of personalized Christmas stockings for my sister, her boyfriend, and Sasha.
Amanda: You all have already met Linus. He is a monster.
Sneezy: A FLOOFY monster!!!!
Shana: This is Astrid.
Astrid’s biggest life disappointment is not living in a multigenerational compound of 100+ people. She thinks the whole world is part of her pack, and will pine piteously when visitors leave. Or when strangers walk by her house without coming to visit.
Catherine: This is Mystery. She adopted my husband when she was twelve weeks old, and managed his life for thirteen years. She was a very bossy cat who had his best interests at heart and would howl if he did things like close the bathroom door so that he could shave. When she was not closely supervising my husband, she liked to sit in the front garden and graciously meet her public. She was also an excellent fire safety cat who would inform us both about smoke whenever we ran the pyrolytic cleaner for the oven and try to get us out of the house. She really was an excellent cat.
And this is Mayhem, helping me sort my books. Mayhem and Mystery were littermates. Mayhem looked after us both for fifteen years. She was another bossy and sociable cat with strong ideas about the proper way to do things, which she didn’t hesitate to tell us about – she was very vocal! She wanted to be carried everywhere at all times, and enjoyed lap surfing whenever we had friends around.
Sarah: Mayhem and Mystery are brilliant cat names.
I’m pretty sure you’ve met Buzz, Wilbur, and Zeb. This is their recent meeting in my office where they vocally registered their displeasure that I was not petting them.
We got snow. Zeb and Buzz like to lick all the snow. It’s a little weird:
Please note that Zeb’s tail is blurry. That is because he never stops wagging it.
Ok, game on!
Wanna show us your pets? Please do! We wanna see links to all the adorableness of all your furry and maybe not-so-furry friends!