May 26, 2001    





What is it animal / pet story?

I don't care for Persian cats or black cats but when I decided to get a cat, and looked at the ASPCA, the most bedraggled-looking cat they had was a black Persian. I felt so sorry for her that I took her home and after six months, a bath, and a de-fleaing, she is gorgeous and I'm crazy about her.

Reba, 51
, MD   USA

I have a cat named Mr. Kitty. He loves high places and also loves to be outside.One year, I was babysitting a friend's dog and we were outside (ground level) going potty. At the time, I had lived on the 3rd floor of an apt. Mr. Kitty wanted to be outside with us so bad he jumped off the 3rd floor balcony and landed (as expected) on all fours. He was stunned a little but was fine. I took him to the vet to make sure he didn't hurt his little back or legs and the doctor said he was perfectly fine. I think it scared me more than it scared him. Now, when he wants to go outside, I let him. So, when your cat is up in a tree don't worry, they love heights.

Stephanie, 25

Do I have stories about my pets? My cats aren't anything special... I used to have a great cat named Tiger, but he just plain dissapeared one night and never came back! hmmm... once I had some fish... I went camping and when I got back two of them had eaten the third!

Dianne, 16
Oshawa, Ontario  CANADA

Right at the moment, as I type, Iffy is in a highly articulate snit because the other dog was taken OUT ON THE LEASH to go to the vet. Iffy is outspoken about personal injustice.

Jill, 60

Which one? There was the beagle I grew up with who could climb ladders and who sang whenever Happy Birthday was sung. And there was the kitten who climbed into the microwave and, very briefly, got nuked. But she recovered completely, except for a permanent kink in her tail.

Jane, 60
West Linn
, OR   USA

There are so many I could tell. There are three "dogs getting skunked" stories; there are at least five "dogs killing or finding already dead squirrels/birds" stories; there's the "letting the dogs lead me off the trail so we got lost in the woods" story; and there's the "housemate who didn't shut the gate so the dogs ran off in the middle of the night and we found them 14 hours later at the Motel 6" story.

But I think I'm going to tell you the story of my sister's cat. When I was a kid, my oldest sister moved back home with her cat, Zachariah. Zach was this enormous orange cat with extra digits on his paws. He thought he was a dog. He would stand on a table by the window and growl and hiss at the neighborhood dogs if they walked in front of our house. Once, a German Shepherd walked in front of the house when Zach was outside. He chased that dog away from the house and had it cowering in the middle of the street. He

Laura, 36
, MA   USA

I'm not quite sure what this question means, but I'll do my best. When I was born, my mother had an 8-year-old gray cat named Dawn. When I was about two years old, we acquired a calico named Rainbow. I grew up with Dawn and Rainbow - Dawn helped me learn to crawl: According to my mother, I'd grab a handful of cat (fur and skin and all), and drag myself over to her. She'd walk a few steps away, and I'd repeat the process. Rainbow was never very friendly, we used to say she was more a decoration than a pet. She was beautiful, but definitely didn't like me. When I was eight years old, Dawn's health was failing and we had to put her to sleep. We kept Rainbow for a few more years, but when my stepdad moved from Indiana to live with us, he brought his cat and I don't remember what happened to Rainbow (I really should ask my mom). My stepdad's cat was named Gus (short for Gesundheit - the cat was female), but unfortunately the veterinary office in Indiana had reported they'd tested Gus for feline leukemia when in fact they hadn't. We took her to our vet, and unfortunately the test came back positive - I never saw her healthy, but she was sweet. My stepdad also brought a small black and white kitten with him. He had locked Gus in the bedroom so she wouldn't run out while the door was propped open, but on one of his trips in he noticed a kitten eating Gus's food. He figured that was okay, and kept carrying things out to the van - and then noticed the kitten had fallen asleep on his couch! He was unable to locate an owner nearby before it was time to leave, so he brought the kitten along. He said Gus and the kitten did very well during the ride, and curled up together on the van's passenger seat. When they arrived we wanted to treat them for fleas right away, and while the kitten was on its back I noticed what looked like a heart-shaped patch of white on its black chest. We decided to call her Valentine, and took her to the vet for shots - at which point the vet reported the cat was probably about 3 months old and male, so we named him Valentino instead. I had a black gerbil named Charcoal at some point in here, but he died young. We got a cat named Amaretto to be a playmate for Val, but unfortunately we weren't able to keep her. We still wanted Val to have somebody to play with, though, so my parents got an all-black Siamese cat and my mother came up with the name Friday the Thirteenth. Val and Friday get along very well. When I moved in with my girlfriend, her three cats - Toadstool, Amanita, and Truffle - gradually came to accept me. A family down the street from my parents had a cat named Mimi who produced a litter, and my girlfriend and I picked out an orange tabby. The family had named him Turbo, but as all of our cats are named for mushrooms we now call him Agaricus. My girlfriend had chinchillas for years, and when I moved in she had Mephistopheles and his son Kentucky. Mephy never liked me much - he never liked anybody - but Kentucky didn't seem to mind me too much.  Unfortunately they've died, and we buried them with another chinchilla, Lakme, out in the backyard. In addition to the four cats, we currently have a golden hamster named Francois. We've found that shredded paper - we have a shredder for credit card receipts, etc. - makes wonderful hamster bedding! (Did any of that answer the question?)

etoile, 20

I have a ton of stories. An animal story that is amusing iInvolves a midnight intruder lumbering down the stairs of the condo I was living in in Salem, MA. I only saw it's hind legs, but that was enough to freak me out. I could swear the hugest rat in the world had entered my house. My luck whatever it was headed for my bedroom and after a cursory look it was no where to be found. It took some nerve to wake up my housemates, and upon further inspection of my room we found a very "dead" opposum curled up in a box in my bedroom (this is after chasing it out from under my bed). A call to the local Animal Resue League and Animal Hospital got us only lame excuses that they could not help us. One of my housemates but a nifty board on top of the box, carried it to the yard, removed the board, and left the yard. Within in seconds the opposum bolted for better grounds. One other thing, don't ever count on cats to defend your house against such intruders. We had 2 at that time and they were content to lazily look on.

Felicia, 35
, MA   USA

I'm not sure I understand this question, but if you're asking if I have any pets, the answer is yes - 3 cats. I was always a dog person until some foolish landlord, years ago, said "no dogs" - so we got a cat. Since then, I've just grown to love these creatures.

Fisch, 45
, CT   USA

from second grade until seventh grade, i had a cat named friskiss.  but he wasnt just a cat. he was a good friend to me when i had none and he listened and he was always there for me and cheered me up. then, he got caught underneath the garage door as it was closing and got crushed and died. i was heartbroken and it still saddens me to this day.

Karen2, 15
, MA   USA

Well, somehow, it would have to involve the Legendary Big Guy Sarge: I think one that summarizes the Big Guy pretty well happened one morning while I was sick. Sarge had picked up something furry and dead one his morning walk. Apparently, he was very proud of it and wanted to show it too me. When I opened my eyes, and turned my head, I saw something furry and lifeless. The Legendary Big Guy brought it too make me feel better. Of course, Sarge always was by my side when I was sick...he totally reeked of awesomeness...To use a phrase from Brett the "Hitman" Hart...In terms of dogs, he is the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be"...

age unknown, parts unknown

We raised baby birds who were orphaned in a storm.  Two of them died, but two grew up. When you went outside and called "Here, birdie birdie birdie," they'd come from wherever they were and land on you.

Karen, 21

Every goldfish I've ever had has not lasted more than three days.

Eric, 19
Beverly Hills

My parents owned a cat called Dennis since before I was born, and he was loved very much until his death in 1998 at the grand age of 18. He was quickly replaced (but never forgotten) by two more cats, Kenny and Phoebe, who are just as loved and pampered as Dennis. Since then I've also had 3 pet rats, and my current one, Winston, is showered with love. I've also had a couple of hamsters, but usually died before long. And that's pretty much it.

Shanna, 16
Cardiff  ENGLAND

One time when I was little, we had hampsters, and my little brother liked to take them and squeeze them until the poor things were practically dead. Well... I think one time he squeezed too hard, and the hampster passed out or something. My mom actually tried to give it CPR so my brother would stop crying, lol...

Jeremy, 14
Highlands Ranch

I was breeding rats back during the ferret craze and a few times when I was out walking along the river with one of my pets on my shoulder people would walk up all enthusiastic thinking it was a ferret. Of course when they found out it was a rat they'd freak out. Funniest part of the story is that rats

Alias Irrelevante

Hmmm... don't really have one... only one thing that really scared me: when I was young, we were at my grandparents' and my grandfather built a wigwam for us.. and when I crouched out of it, suddenly my grandparents' dog jumped on my back, as he kinda attacked everything smaller than him... that freaked the **** out of me...

Holger, 21

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