Favorite Pet Memories

[lars573]

When I was 10 we got a new cat. Black and white, 1/4 Siamese. Anyway he was amoung the most energetic of kittens. And when his antics got to be too much we would put him behind the curtain of plastic that separated the finished from none finished-parts of the old house. Thus imprisoned he would amuse himself by climbing the staris and jumping onto the plastic divide and sliding down on his claws, my mother dubbed it Tarzan-kitty. My father had to repalce that plastic often.

[Crazed Rabbit]

Once I was at a computer in my parent's house. In the kitchen, I hear a crash, and get up to see our youngest dog, a 2 year old Australian shepard, walk briskly out of the kitchen. I go in and see a ceramic rectangular bowl shattered in pieces on the ground. Yelling and scolding ensues.

A time after that, I had just brought home some leftovers from a fancy pizza place, and put them on the kitchen counter, far back from the edge. Of course, later I come back to find the empty cardboard on the ground. Much yelling ensues.

Another time before both of those, my mom was making chicken for dinner and putting it on the plates in the kitchen. After setting the chicken on my dad's plate, she turns back to the stove a while and when she turns back, the chicken is gone. Puzzled, she looks to see if my dad had done something with it, but then sees another one of our dogs, a several year old mutt aussie shepard black, blue-grey, and white merle, contentedly eating the chicken on the floor.

That dog isn't the brightest; I once got him to run in a circle so many times chasing a laser he couldn't stand straight when I stopped.

I love dogs.

Crazed Rabbit

[Beirut]

A story only a dog lover could love.

On the way into Montreal with a couple of buddy's and Beirut in a CJ-7. I'm in the back with the dog, and you know the back seat of a CJ-7 is not a lot of room for a 180lb guy and a 120lb dog. It's pretty close quarters so I've got the dog half on my lap.

Gurgle... urp... bleahhhhhhhh!

The dog ralphs all over me. Buckets of it. It was incredible. I had to spend another half hour in the back of that Jeep, with the dog still half in my lap, covered from my belt buckle to the tips of my shoes in dog barf.

He's looking at me thinking, "Sorry". I'm looking at him saying, "It's cool, baby."

[Hepcat]

One rather revolting yet fond memories I have of the samoyed before our current one is when one day my mother left several full nappies from my little brother in the lounge.

The next morning I get up and walk into the lounge and there are bits of nappy strewn across the floor and brown marks on the carpet and sitting in the middle of the room is one white (well less white than normal ) fluffy dog panting and looking very happy with himself. Not only did the carpet need cleaning but the dogs teeth as well.

[Whacker]

Ahh... the joys of dog barf. We have to give our fuzzy golden pig these pills before we do the 13 hour drive back home to Indiana, otherwise it tends to womit in the car. Not fun or pleasant.

[Orb]

His catliness, the cat, Mr. Tibs, Hewhorulestheuniversewhennotcomplainingaboutfoodshortagesorinsultingdogsorkillingsmallanimals was not very pleased with the dental cat food mum had gotten him. Not only did he refuse to eat it, but he also sat by the nice cat food until he got that.

EDIT: YES! Over 1,000 posts. Finally.

[econ21]

I have a lot of happy memories of my parent's first cat, a fiesty, vocal male Siamese. He was always getting into fights and I would foolishly try to separate him from his opponent. Getting imbetween two fighting cats is a bad idea, but I felt compelled to try because of the nasty wounds he could get. Usually I would end up with deep scratches from the cat (and he would later return unscathed).

The most memorable incident was when the cat came to me running and purring excitedly. I did not know what was up until I saw a snare around his neck. It had cut deep into the flesh of his neck, but somehow he had torn it loose and returned home. He was now greeting and purring because he knew I (or probably my dad) could cut the hideous thing off him. A very smart cat.

I tend to think Siamese are a different species of animal from other cats - they are so much more vocal and intelligent. Crazed Rabbit's laser chasing story reminds me of when I used my watch reflection to cast shadows on the wall. My parent's daft run of the mill cat kept vainly jumping after the shadow; their Siamese looked from the shadows to my wrist and back again. He figured out that my flicking my wrist was creating the shadows and seemed to realise the futility of chasing them, without even trying. He watched with lofty disdain, as if to say "Do you think I'm bovvered?"