I got to thinking the other day about all the pets I have had in my lifetime. I’ve had several, as have most people I suppose. Having pets teaches kids so many things, like responsibility and empathy. Since I was a kid I’ve been a softy for animals and I’ve always cried like a baby (even now) when a beloved pet dies.
My first pet was a male German Shepherd. His name was Blitz, which was short for something in German, but I just don’t recall what that was. He was very protective of me and our backyard. We had to rehome him because he tried to bite many people who got too close to the fence, including a man who worked for the city electric company. My parents thought it was best to avoid getting sued.
We eventually got another dog when my baby sister was just barely able to talk. The dachshund-beagle mix was named MiMi because all my bratty little baby sister could say was, “Me! Me! Me!” She lived to be a ripe old age but had to be put down when she started to develop tumors. (The dog, not my baby sister.)
I was in the 5th grade (I think) when the class guinea pig had babies and the teacher decided to draw names for who would get to take a baby home as a pet. I just happened to win one! I named my little guy Snorky, after one of The Banana Splits. If you don’t know who they were you can Google it. Snorky always squealed his guinea pig squeal when he heard the refrigerator door open. He knew we kept his veggies in there.
We had a hamster when we were growing up, too. I don’t recall its name but I do remember one night we heard a squeaking-squealing noise and we thought it was Dad making his weird noises. Turns out the little hamster got out of its cage and our cat Fluffy had it cornered. Mom saved its life.
We had a cat named Fluffy, as mentioned above. I don’t know what happened to her but I remember when she had babies. There were 5 or 6 of them. I think that’s when I developed my eternal love and admiration for cats.
We had a tomcat named Tom when I was a baby/toddler. I have a photo of me holding Tom but I don’t remember him. I remember Mom telling me years ago that Tom would be gone for days and when he returned, he was always covered with ants! (Maybe this is when my love of cats developed and not with Fluffy!)
I think we had pet mice at one time, too! I recall having 2 mice in an old aquarium made into a mouse house. Then, insanely, we had about 3,024 babies and had to give them to a pet store! No more mice!
One of my most unusual pets growing up was a tortoise named Sammy. He lived in our backyard. I don’t recall where we got him. He lived in and under an old dog house. I fed and watered him every day. He was something! Sometimes, he would leave our backyard and would be missing for days, even weeks at a time. The neighbors would find him in their gardens and bring him back to our house. He was really hard to see, so we painted yellow spots on his shell so we could find him more easily. We eventually donated him to the local zoo so he could be with other tortoises. We visited on occasion but since his yellow spots wore off, we couldn’t tell which one was Sammy anymore!
Since I grew up (hahaha) I can’t even remember how many pets I’ve had. But I CAN tell you, they’ve mostly been cats! How many pets did you have as a child? What was the most unusual pet you had?
My name is Alice. My day starts bright and early, with running back and forth across the house and in and out the cat door to the catio. I’m so glad Grampa and that other guy built the catio! I’m happy there’s a little door just for us! Can you believe it? We can come and go to get fresh air and see scary critters outside without actually being outside! It’s so fun! But not so fun when the scary dog-like monsters howl in the night. That’s scary as hell.
as we dash by. Jack is my friend. When he first came here, he was mean and I didn’t like him. But Mom broke him of that nonsense with that green vest she made him wear. I laughed at him, from around the corner of the room of course. Then when I knew he wouldn’t chase me, I was all bad ass like, “Come at me, bro. You’re not so scary now are ya?”
Today, they are leaving the house for an afternoon of what-I-don’t-know but Mom has the nerve to put me in charge! ME!? Doesn’t she know I want to sleep during the day? She expects me to keep the others in line? Ha.
us late. Especially when I have to listen to Honey Bear bitch and moan about it. That cat is always hungry! She’s a hefty broad, too! Mom says she weighs 17 pounds! I don’t know what pounds are but Mom says Honey Bear is the heaviest cat she has ever seen. She’s a WHOPPER!
Smokie just peed on the floor. Good thing Mom puts puppy pads down next to the litter box and it’s really, really a good thing that Mom doesn’t blame me. Since I’m in charge and all. I keep telling Smokie, “You poop in the box, why can’t you pee in it?” She tells me to STFU. “I’m blind, too. What do you expect?” It’s just an excuse. I’d like to kick her ass. I guess that’s what happens when you get old. Mom always says she’s getting old, too, just like Smokie. I hope SHE doesn’t pee on the floor!
Good thing, ‘cuz Kitty is kinda scary. She always slaps at us if we get too close. She growls sometimes too. I’m just glad she’s not too mean to me. She’s kind of friendly when she’s sleeping next to Mom. That’s when I squeeze between them to keep warm when it’s really cold. It’s been cold for a long time. What’s with that anyway?
Being Aunt Debbie 