Pets in my Life

Animals have always been important to me.  Growing up on the farm I was surrounded by living creatures.  Those  destined for slaughter or sale were never named.  Somehow, giving names, humanized them.

The ones staying with us long term were a part of the family;  naming was appropriate .   There were Big Jim and Pet (mules used to cultivate the crops), Bossy and Bessy ( cows  supplied milk and calves for meat), Porky ( a sow [female hog] gave us pigs to sell or to butcher).

But boy oh boy, did we ever have a parade of dogs and cats!!   Everyone of them was  named;  it was assumed they would be around for awhile, even the ever present supply kittens and puppies (there was no spaying and neutering) each got it’s own designation.

Fast forward to adulthood and my becoming a parent.  I did, of course, name my offspring.  I assumed they would be around for awhile and the designation “hey, you” or young’un just did not seem appropriate.

With the kids came pets.  Over the years we boarded cats, dogs, hamsters, gerbils, rabbits,  fish, birds even

Affectionate, loving disposition

few snakes and rats.   Now those kids have young of their own who are sheltering furry loved things.

Time passes, people come and go, but pets will always be a part of my life.   Let me introduce a few who live around me right now.  There’s a pretty good assortment.

First and main pet is this one.  Her name is Linda.  I stoled  her from a loving father and mother almost 24 years ago; she seems to like our territory and has claimed it as her own.   She  feels  she can tell everybody and everything around the house what’s what; we pretty much let her have her way.   Thank goodness, she’s paper and potty trained; likes a pat on the head/ behind every now and then; not hard to keep happy, most of the time.   Feels  obligated to care for us all.

Wanting to be fed and petted. See the beautiful fins.

One  group of pets came to us  by accident, but have given a lot of pleasure.  Years ago,  when I repaired  a fish pond outside our kitchen door I put feeder gold fish in  to control mosquitoes.  The next year we noticed little minnows–they were reproducing!!  A strain of fish, with beautifully flowing fins has developed.    These little creatures respond to site and the  sound of our voice, coming to be feed or petted when we go out the door.

Inside there is a small container with a pretty blue sailfin siamese beta and his mate.  No young,yet.   He just looks  so lonely by himself;  she is the only fish he will tolerate in his bowl.

They maintain this order: Screech, Lucy, Li'le Bit

We live within the city limits;  roosters are suppose to be a no no.  Since everybody has a few chickens and nobody has registered a complaint, yet, there are several chickens on our lot.   The 3 serama bantam are my favorite.   A pair roost outside our bedroom window on the air conditioning unit; another rooster is right down the way on the next air conditioning  unit; they start to crow around 4:30 every morning.

During the day the trio marches around the property, always one behind the other, in this order:  lead rooster (Tiny Mite), hen (Lucy), last the single rooster (Screech);  sometimes  Big Boy (a silky rooster)  invites  himself to join the group, just to hang around.

Tabby and Reynard: move over, you're in my place!

Tabby is a cat that has been part of our  family over 15 years.  We got her as companion for Reynard, a beautiful intelligent little male  Pomeranian when they were each very young.  Age and infirmity took Reynard from us.

Recently, we made the decision to bring more little friends into our lives.   I have always loved orange cats.  The hunt was on.

When I filled out adoption papers for a gorgeous neutered orange 8 month old kitten at a local Humane Shelter, I honestly answered  we had agreed to allowed Tabby to be declawed (front only) fifteen years ago, I was denied adoption.

I assured them, I agree with current  thinking;  declawing is cruel; I will never do it again.   Sorry, you already did it once.  YOU ARE DENIED!

” But that was 15 years ago”, I whimpered, “I am so sorry!”

More opened-minded counselors at a facility in Columbia willingly  allowed adoption, as long as I signed an agreement to never declaw  Tigger, a beautiful neutered orange tabby, who adopted us recently.

Tabby is not nearly as thrilled with this arrangement as her human family is.  She has insisted as part of the peace pac, I allow her to express her frustration in a blog.  She invites you to share her  feelings.

To complicate matters more, Ms Vicki, a 14 week old, orange, female Pomeranian showed up the same day Tigger came  home; poor Tabby feels her world has fallen apart for sure!

There are caged birds of various kinds, as well as the creatures who  frequent  our property; not  pets in the strictest sense.    They are acquaintances, I guess, who bring joy and pleasure as we watch them fly, scamper, hop, and crawl around our little part of the world.

They are all loved.


2 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Debbie B on February 23, 2010 at 6:50 am

    Linda is paper-trained? Hahahaha!! Beautiful pictures, beautiful family through the years. You are blessed.


  2. Posted by vickilynn on February 28, 2010 at 7:11 am

    Linda sorry I didn’t get time to talk to you at the last AVS meeting…..maybe we’ll see you in March.

    No pets here….just plants and they are my babies,


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