None of the animals here reproduce, since there are already plenty of our various kinds needing love. The cats remain indoors, the dogs outside. I shall post pictures as I get them.
There are five cats allowing us to live with them.
Karl is a large, Holstein-like black and white European shorthair, an immigrant from Spain about thirteen years old and weighing in at fifteen pounds. His brother Joe (yes, they were named after dead communists) disappeared in Ohio.
At his visit to the vet before last, this tabby cat weighed in at eighteen pounds, prompting a switch in food for all the felines to the senior plan. Although he is not noticeably rotund, and is rather an attractive feline with a chest like a barrel and a nose the color of salmon, all the cats have gained about a pound or two over the last few years, as the South Texas heat discourages exercise all summer and the winter is definitely for sleeping. Here he is observing the Universal Woodstove Truce with his tormentor Diana. While awake, Ambler is the clumsiest cat I've known; when he tears around corners for no particular reason, he often loses his footing and slides head- or feet-first into the wall; with his mass, he makes quite an impact. In Albuquerque he ambled up to my former wife when he was a kitten about eleven years ago, but stayed when she ambled away.
It took over a year to be able to approach this orange tabby given to me by a lesbian finding homes for the many cats of her deceased mother. Now she (the cat, not the lesbian nor her deceased mother) lives in the bedroom when she is not hiding in her favorite closet.
Update: she's come out of the closet (the cat). Ginger has become a permanent resident of the living room, occupying laps within moments of their appearance.
Maui is a female chocolate-point siamese, on permanent loan from a former supervisor. Need I say more?
This little terror hitched a ride from Lake Jackson to torment her elders.
Two dogs protect us from other critters.
Tesla is ¾ husky and ¼ Chow. She is twelve years old, a fluffy, waterproof husky with electric blue eyes.
Roy may be about a couple of years old, perhaps ¾ golden retriever and ¼ Chow.
Tramp died peacefully the Eleventh of September, 2001. She was perhaps sixteen years old, and lived here many years before I. She is survived by a boatload of siblings adopted up and down the street. She was a good dog.
As soon as the chicken coop is ready, we'll be getting a couple of laying hens.
Anabantoids and African Cichlids are my favorite fish, though because of ongoing destruction and construction, there are no fish tanks set up yet.