We also have another Dachshund named Scrat (and yes, she is
the character from Ice Age, alive and on four legs), a tank of Gouramis, and a red-eared slider turtle named Fred, who is a terminal-stage ham junkie. That damned thing will thrash around in his tank if he even
smells ham baking, and won't settle down until he's fed some. Think about it. A turtle who needs a ham fix. He's Protestant.
"But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come: for men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away, for his name is Obama."My previous cat was a bobcat domestic mix, she weighed in at 22 pounds [miracle of miracles] and she would climb my leg for provilone cheese, turkey, ham, or roast beef.
She’d give out an insistant “Mwow-mm” about it as well. [think a bobcat trying to do a bobcat meow in a dainty fashion]
She didn’t know that I was the only person who didn’t mind her Matterhorn skills, so the missus got scaled while wearing shorts one fine day.
My last cat had a thing for watching movies and chewing on my boots.
The lovebird has a peg leg, she got her foot caught in the cage door loop and decided not to wait for the humans to help.
She has the remaining cat cowed, he is terrified of the Beak of Doom.
And she loves Tristan so much, she displays at him.
As for the remaining cat, he’s as vacant in the head as a rock.