I've had hamsters. We had Pudgy and Fang and Harvey and (my personal favorite) Ralph. I got Jared an Albysinian Guinea pig for his birthday a few years ago, which he named Slipknot. He developed an allergy to her and had to give her away. The people who took her named her Cinnamon. Dull. Very dull. I'll never understand how people can change a pet's name once the pet has had it for so long.
Now we have 4 cats. I've never been much of a cat person. I mean, I love animals, but I never saw myself as having a cat, let alone 4. But we do. And I love them so much!
I got Abracadabra shortly after I moved into my apartment. She is all black except for under her chin and two of her toes on her back right paw, which are white. She's the calm one, always lounging on the back of the couch, or sleeping next to my pillow at night. She's the oldest of my three, and sometimes I forget she's still a kitten. Abra is so curious, and when she was little she loved plastic shopping bags. She's my little princess.
Ferris Mewler was an unplanned acquisition. I took Chad to get a kitten, and Trina was telling me how the day before one of the grey ones had fallen down a heating vent. I picked him up because he was so cute, and he snuggled up to me and started purring instantly. And I knew I was in love. He is definitely my little boy, all rough and tumbly one minute, and being a little Romeo the next. At night he likes to crawl under the covers and snuggle with me when I'm sleeping.
I was working at Frank's one day when a little old lady came in and asked my boss if she knew anyone who wanted a kitten. Melissa instantly thought of me, even though I had said two was enough. She paged me to the front, anyway, and when the woman showed me pictures of the kittens I melted. That's how I ended up with Ophelia, or Ophie May, as she is sometimes called. She is very timid and shy around people, but she gets along so well with my other two kittens. They let her get away with murder. She pounces on them, steals their treats, plays with their toys, and they let her do what she wants. She's my little trouble maker, the one that eats my plants and tried to eat Ralph (the hamster). But she's so stinkin' adorable.
One evening I was talking to some friends about how I missed having a kitten because my 3 cats are big now. The next morning before leaving for UT, I heard this very loud mewing noise. I went outside, and there was a tiny kitten under my grill. I brought him in the house because it was chilly and wet outside, and there are a lot of dogs in the neighborhood. I told mom to take him to a shelter, but when I came home, he was locked in the bathroom with his own food dish, litter box, pillow and toys. She named him Spunky. I call him Junior because he bears an uncanny resemblance to Mr. Ferris. He's a bundle of energy...and trouble!
I love to take pictures of them doing silly things. Sometimes it's almost like they're posing for me. Here are just a few!
