Oh, Fiona is so cute!
My sister and I really want snakes, but Mom says rodents are bad enough. I try to remind her she loves the gerbils and spoils them rotten, so she may end up loving snakes, but it isn't working.

Tishna is also my family's fly disposal. She'll jump up on the windowsill or door and catch them and eat them. I don't let her lick me for awhile after that.

Two problems with that: it lets her know that she can jump up on the door and windowsills which she's really not supposed to do. And she gets slobber (sorry for being gross) on the window so we have to clean the window after letting her do that.

So we've kind of quit allowing her to do that.

Queen Susan, why is your Un-Named Girl Cat un-named but called Daniel?

Well... She's not really named. Because we've never decided on one. But I always call her Daniel in my head, although no one else does. So... yeah. She still doesn't have a name officially. I just call her Daniel. Even though she's a girl.
I know, it doesn't make a lot of sense.

This has been one of those weeks where you want to strangle your pets, but their shenanigans make for funny stories later on.

Two nights ago...

I was sleeping in the basement but at about 12:30am, I heard a loud thump come from directly above me. I went upstairs and asked my husband if he had heard it, and he hadn't, so I checked the spare bedroom and there was Murky Turkey looking all smirky sitting in the middle of a potted plant that was knocked off the shelf... dirt everywhere... plant obliterated....

One night ago...

I was sleeping in the basement again, and at about 2:00am I heard the sound glass shattering. I ran into the storage room and Murky huddling in a corner looking over to a shattered bottle of Amaretto he had knocked off the shelves.

Earlier tonight...

Fiona was upstairs and I heard suspicious noises. I went up to check on her and found she had managed to stand up on her hind legs and get a container of garlic butter off the kitchen counter which, of course, was consumed by the time I got there. After much internet research, I found that based on what we put in the garlic butter, and how much she ate, I figured she won't have much worse than a upset tummy for a while. She was already feeling fine tonight. I know this cause she kept stealing my shoes....

Pets are fun!!

Last week, Vala was counter-surfing and got a hold of some oatmeal raisin cookies ready to go into the oven. (We put cookies--a particular favorite of hers--to the back of the counter with the small appliances in front of them). I took her to the vet, they induced vomiting and she had eaten over 30 raisins. She probably would have been okay with her size, but I didn't want to take any chances.

Rofl, poor fantasia. But that reminds me...

I made two cakes some years back for a family dinner. I placed a towel over the cakes intending to decorate them the next day. Well... I got up to find some rather large indentions in the cakes from where my cat, Snowball had walked over them.

Since the towels were covering them, we could still eat them, but my sense of humor showed up and I drew paw prints around said indentations and wrote MEOW!!! on the cake.

That's hilarious kat! I love actually using the paw prints instead of trying to cover them up! (One of those large bites of frosting and a little bit of cake)

As big as those indentations were, there's no way to cover them up!

A couple of nights ago, I heard the sound of a cat crying in what sounded like our backyard. I moved my blinds and looked out my window and there was a cat on the roof.

This morning I walked out to find the same cat in my backyard looking like he was about to crawl into the shed for a visit with my cat, Dixie. He saw me and took off. Hmmm... Looks like Dixie's presence has finally been noticed in our neighborhood.

Gabe isn't allowed in the kitchen anymore. Mom and Dad caught him up on the counter eating some fresh peanut butter cookies (anybody remember I mentioned Gabe liking peanut butter?). More recently, Dad caught him in the kitchen (from which he knows he is banned) trying to eat our donuts. OK, succeding in eating our donuts. Until Dad caught him.

Queen Susan, why is your Un-Named Girl Cat un-named but called Daniel?

Well... She's not really named. Because we've never decided on one. But I always call her Daniel in my head, although no one else does. So... yeah. She still doesn't have a name officially. I just call her Daniel. Even though she's a girl.
I know, it doesn't make a lot of sense.

I think it's awesome. Daniel is a great name for a girl cat... but not for a girl... human. You should get your family to vote and make the only choices "Daniel".

winterlife, that's so funny about Gabe (cat?)! My dog jumps up on the table sometimes when there's particularly tantalizing uncleared meat left on the table. It's super annoying.

My Mom and sister have poodles. Yes, poodles. I myself don't like cleaning up after pets,which is why I have none of my own. But I do have stuffed animals. A Build-a-Bear dog named Frodo, a Webkinz choclate lab named Lucy, a webkinz golden retriever named Gabriel,an unnamed webkinz black and white cat,and a stuffed tiger bought at a magic show in Tennessee who was recently unnamed,but is now know as Leeland.
I also have a virtual bunnny pet named Lily on a Facebook app.
I know these aren't "real" pets,but I still love them as if they were.

They are a lot easier to take care of!!! And no vet bills!

Haha! Exactly!!

Don't get me wrong,I've know some well-trained and well-behaved pets that I adore. It's the wild ones I could care less for.

We have a little-short-long dog. He's very cute and can do the perfect "poor me, I'm bored, please play with me" kind of look. He's quite hilarious because he doesn't figure that he's about 8" high. Nope, he rather believes he's about the size of a skyscpraper. One time when was let out to relive himself some cows happened to be near our yard. Instead of doing the aforementioned he decided to chase all the cows away. We called to him in vain but he wouldn't heed us. The cow were fortunately more stupid than him and allowed them selves to be chased away. Then, our dog authorized himself to come back.

"Small dog syndrome." I've been reading about it since my new puppy is a Jack Russell Terrier. She now weighs almost 7 pounds and is not afraid of anything and plays with my other dog like they are the same size (my other dog is almost 70 pounds!). It's hilarious! And my big dog is so good with her! They play together all the time!