I love my pets! They are annoying, they drag dirt into my house, they bark and meow at me at all hours of the night, they beg for food and they insist on laying in my spot on the couch every night. But the simple truth of the matter is, my life would not be complete without my babies.
I have Molly, who is schizophrenic and neurotic. She barks at nothing, she bites my sister every time she walks into the house, and she sits on the top of the couch like a cat. My mom says that she is the only dog in the world that needs a psychiatrist. I almost agree with her. We inherited Molly when she was about 10 weeks old from my Mom. Mom bought Molly right before her house burnt down on Valentine's Day. The vet thinks that the trauma from the fire may have stunted her growth. I think that she is just "special" in every way! I swear if she was a kid she would eat glue and lick windows!
Skippy is my baby boy. He is about a year and a half old, but he still thinks that he is a newborn puppy. He cries when it rains, he barks like a girl, and he would lick a burglar to death before he would bite them. He cannot walk across my kitchen floor without slipping and falling on his butt, and he likes to sit on my lap when we watch T.V. We bought Skippy for Lexi when she was about a year old, and she never lets us forget it! Skippy is afraid of EVERYTHING, including my camera. He runs from it and gives out that little girly bark of his, so getting a good picture of him is next to impossible. The list of everything else that he is afraid of would take me all day to type, so here are just a few things, the bath tub, ANY loud noise, squeaky toys, the cats toy mice, brooms, and the vacuum cleaner.
Mr. Whiskers is the king of the house. He is almost 3, but he acts like he is 80. He lays around looking at everyone like they are "below" him. When he decides to sit on my lap he will smack any animal that tries to occupy his space. He is hilarious. He is the exact stereo type of a cat. He is fat and lazy, and he eats like a pig. If his litter box is not clean at all times, or if he can see the bottom of his food bowl he will follow you around yelling at you. The only time that he acts like a kitten is at night when we go to bed. He seems to know when it is bedtime, and he runs in front of me and Josh on the stairs and jumps on our bed. This is his time. We have to pay attention to him every night or we can forget about sleeping! We got Mr. Whisker's when I found him in a little pet store. He was in a little tiny cage and it broke my heart. I brought him home right after Lexi was born.
Baby Boo Boo is the newest addition to our family. His name is just Boo, but everyone in the house, including Josh, has taken to calling him Baby Boo Boo. He is the oddest cat I have ever had. He is starving ALL the time, he eats three or four packs of food a day. He will not let us play with him with toys, he grabs them, runs, and growls. And this is not just any ordinary growl, he sounds possessed! He loves to play, just not with any kind of cat toy. He sleeps with Josh, right on his head. We can't seem to break him of this habit. He loves the kids, and he loves any attention that we will give him. He is the cat that follows me through the house all day, no matter where I am at, Boo Boo is not far behind. I also found Boo in a pet store. He had two of his brothers with him, all of them in one cage. If I could have afforded to I would have brought them all home with me.
Well this is my zoo, and I guess it is nice that the animals let me live in it! I always find it funny when people ask me about my animals, I have to say " I have two kids, two dogs, and two cats!" I get a lot of weird looks, but what can I say, I am a softie for animals!
