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Post by Kerrick on Dec 8, 2015 12:33:10 GMT -6
Alright so Thomas and Deepfriar were discussing their pets and I thought it'd be fun to post pictures/stories/whatever of your pets! Currently I do not have any, but this was my cat I had all growing up:
He was such a great cat with TONS of personality. He wasn't very trusting of anyone outside of me and my immediate family but was very friendly to us and if we were outside, he'd always be right near.
My landlords have a way cool cat, a miserable little obnoxious excuse of a dog, and a few ponies which are super adorable. Actually, my "cottage" is attached to the barn where they live. I'll try to snap a photo of them sometime later.
Deepfriar said he's got eight cats so I expect some good pictures!
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Post by Thomas Eversole on Dec 9, 2015 15:34:58 GMT -6
I'll spoiler my images and just talk about my cats for the time being. (they're actually older pictures) The orange fuzzy cat is the baby. His name is Bumble and is about 2 years old right now. Sometimes called Child or The Dragon because of his scales, sharp teeth and breathing fire. The tabby is my ancient mother cat Spoompy - she's 12 years old. Bumble is her biological grandson from her first litter. (Bumble's mom was named Chunky Wheelbarrow Pants.) Spoompy rarely gets called her actual name and mostly gets called Moomah but sometimes Boom Boom, Boom, The Owl, Meow-py or The Weedeater. She's a Manx cat which means she has a bunny tail, not a long tail like other cats - Manx cats are also very stout and she's stronger than she looks. I've STEPPED on her coming down the stairs in the stairs in the dark and not seeing her. I'm 280lbs plus and the other cats have HOWLED when I get even half my weight on. She doesn't MOVE - just gets PISSED. The black and white cat is Roscoe - he's 5 years old. Sometimes he gets called The Panda, Panda Cat, Black Metal Kitty, Lead Balloon or Buddy Cat. I've had some issues with the cats fighting and the issue is 3 fold. Moomah hates all cats because she wasn't around them until she was already several years old - she only TOLERATES her grandson at best. Bumble is a baby and wants to play with / chase the other cats, which usually ticks them off because they're older and they're not in the mood. Roscoe came from "an abusive home" and is aggressive when it comes to space and food. All 3 cats are (front only) declawed and of course resort to other methods of causing damage to each other. Roscoe bites. Bumble kicks with back feed. Moomah PACKS A PUNCH with her front paws. (I've heard her PUNCH Roscoe from the other side of the house and its almost as loud as him screaming in pain from it. Knock once on a wall in your house and that's about what it sounds like.) Bumble is not fixed, and I have no plans to fix him. To me, fixed cats get sloppy round and soft (like Roscoe) and I want to hug a cat built like a miniature lion. (like other male cats I've had in the past) Unfortunately, with that comes added aggression to the other cats. Currently, time outs (shut in a room) and these spray bottles filled with water (meant for horses by the way) are their discipline. That's the bad news about them. All 3 cats are very affectionate and love being held. (Roscoe cries for help when I hold him, but he doesn't try to get away. He's still getting used to the hugs he didn't get from his previous family.) Moomah is my pillow most nights - I've snored and drooled on her and she doesn't budge. Bumble is a licker and likes to lick my eyelids when I'm sleeping for some reason. (Probably because I turn him into a pillow when he does that) Roscoe makes biscuits all the time and headbutts my hands (for scratches) when I'm not paying enough attention to him. That's enough about my kids for now. More later...
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Post by Deepfriar on Dec 10, 2015 6:05:22 GMT -6
Been very busy... but a long reply is in the works.
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Post by Deepfriar on Dec 10, 2015 17:13:13 GMT -6
Okay, I have had a lot of pets in my life. My wife and I are both big animal lovers and as some of you already know we have 8 cats and a ferret (and until recently, a dog). I'm actually somewhat of an animal rights activist but a bit of a passive one. I don't go on crusades or tell people who hunt that they are going to hell (even though I disagree with sport hunting but like I said I'm not here to point fingers). My first pet was a poodle/mutt dog called Patches (named because he had patches of brown on his ears but the brown eventually faded and he was all white so the name didn't make much sense but whatever lol). He was a Christmas present for me and my sister (who is 6 years older than me) but he actually became more my mom's dog. He was a sweet dog and I have distant memories that he loved balled up paper thrown down the hallway to play fetch with. I would spread out his blue and yellow plaid blanket on the floor and pretend it was a raft on the ocean and that I was a castaway pirate and he was my dog that I called "Me Matey"... these are some of my earliest memories. He had to be given back to God at the end of 1999 and I was literally burying my childhood dog at midnight when the Y2K happened. The only photos I have of him are hard copies and I don't feel like digging for them or scanning them. My next pet was a black female kitten that I named Eve (Evie, Ms. Evie is her preferred moniker). I named her Eve because she was black and I found her in the evening hiding under the neighbor's vehicle covered in oil, the air crisp with hints of the cold winter that was right around the corner. I coaxed her to the doorway with food and snatched her up. I took her inside and gave her a bath and this is the very first photo I ever took of her (this picture is 15 years old probably): She is still alive and she is my precious baby girl, my first cat ever. She has been with me through three marriages (the second ex-wife of whom abused my animals without my knowledge and Ms. Evie has had a permanent limp in her back leg because of it... she has limped for the last half of her life because of my poor decisions). She doesn't let it hold her back though. She still maneuvers onto the top of the fridge for a high vantage point. She is quite sassy and doesn't hesitate to smack a cat if they get in her space when she isn't in the mood! My wife tells me that Ms. Evie loves me probably even more than I love her. If I'm on the couch, she's likely next to me (and if I rest my arm, she voluntarily puts her paw on it and leaves it there touching me). When I go to bed she sleeps right next to my pillow, often my head is touching her when I fall asleep. I'm not sure what I'll do when she's gone but she is definitely in her later years and quite skinny and she worries me. I give my cares to God, that's all I can do. Here is the most recent photo of her. She is not usually photogenic but this one turned out fantastic and actually it is my FAVORITE picture I've ever taken of her and I JUST took the photo a couple nights ago! ^ that's where she sits on the couch next to me, on top of that blue pillow. LOL! TO BE CONTINUED...
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Post by Deepfriar on Dec 10, 2015 18:02:49 GMT -6
My next cat was actually a cat I had already met before I took in Ms. Evie. He was a neighborhood cat trying to scavenge for food and he was brought into the home a day or two after Ms. Evie was brought in. He was a little older than her but not by much, still also a kitten. I named him Pixie after the band The Pixies because I was obsessed with the song, "Where Is My Mind?" Here is the oldest photo I have of him: He was also with me throughout all of my marriages. He was about as loving a cat as one could imagine. He would always come when I called for him OR when I whistled for him. I am serious! I would whistle the tune of "Lassie" and he would come. It was called "Whistling Pixie." He was a very sympathetic cat and liked to comfort people who were sad. He was always ready for love and if I was on the computer playing video games or doing some random activity he would be on my lap (or sometimes lying right in front of the computer monitor). He would always nuzzle my chin repeatedly and I miss his affection. He was missing a few teeth for many years courtsey of the aforementioned abusive ex-step-mother. I have forgiven, but it wasn't easy and I certainly haven't forgotten. Years later, at one point he became very sick and the veterinarian diagnosed him with diabetes. He had to stay at the vet office for a couple days and I visited him every day. I became an expert on feline diabetes overnight (thank you, internet message boards). The vet was giving him WAY TOO MUCH insulin (HIGH doses, ten times plus too high...) so I took him home and ignored the vet's instructions and treated him myself with different (human) insulin that was one of the best insulin for cats per my studies. My sister-in-law was a nurse at the time so she was able to secure me some free samples. I did my research and got the best cat food for feline diabetes I could afford (Fancy Feast "Classic" varieties). There were blood sugar levels to worry about. I would take a needle and prick his ear and milk it for a drop of blood to test his blood sugar with the glucometer I had bought and then dose him with insulin based on the reading. I did this every 12 hours for 2-3 months. Keep in mind this is a CAT we are talking about who LET ME prick his ear twice a day and then poke him with a syringe without clawing my face off (none of our cats are declawed). I would give him a treat at the end, BUT STILL! Anyway, after 2-3 months he went into remission and never had to have insulin again (and eventually I quit even testing him because his numbers were ALWAYS good). Cats' metabolism/immune systems are stronger than humans and they can actually go into remission from diabetes - how cool is that? Here is one of my favorite photos of me and him when he was in his prime: In 2013, all of a sudden he swelled up pretty badly and after multiple vet trips and an ER trip the most likely culprit was some sort of cancer. The next few days were difficult as he would barely eat and I had to watch him decline rapidly. One week later (on March 30, 2014) I took him for one last trip to the ER on a Sunday morning and said goodbye to my best friend. He is buried in the back yard. Here is the last photo of him. It was taken at the pet emergency clinic on the table while I waited for the vet to bring in the needle. I can count on one hand the number of people I have shown this photo to. He is buried in the back yard and I still visit his grave sometimes. ^ That grey sweater was awesome, it had big black edgy/spiky letters on the back that said "METAL"... I called it my "metal sweater." It is buried with him. That's all for tonight. I still have many pets to talk about. Kerrick, you don't know the can of worms you have opened. LOL! TO BE CONTINUED...
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Post by Thomas Eversole on Dec 10, 2015 18:05:19 GMT -6
That black cat is BEAUTIFUL. That expression on her face in that picture!!!! [candy] the second ex-wife of whom abused my animals without my knowledge and Ms. Evie has had a permanent limp in her back leg because of it... she has limped for the last half of her life because of my poor decisions It took Moomah years to open up to women because of this. The woman from my first long term relationship kicked Moomah around and she's never forgotten "women" since. Her first reaction to meeting a new human male is to roll at his feet. Her first reaction to meeting a new human female is to hiss and growl.
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Post by Thomas Eversole on Dec 10, 2015 18:09:18 GMT -6
Here is the last photo of him. It was taken at the pet emergency clinic on the table while I waited for the vet to bring in the needle. I can count on one hand the number of people I have shown this photo to. He is buried in the back yard and I still visit his grave sometimes. ^ That grey sweater was awesome, it had big black edgy/spiky letters on the back that said "METAL"... I called it my "metal sweater." It is buried with him. HEART. BREAKING. Man I teared up. Ugh. Can't cats like live 90 years or something? That needs to be a law or something. Why isn't science working on this?
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Post by Thomas Eversole on May 25, 2017 16:36:12 GMT -6
I thought I posted a picture of my guinea pig here. Must be in a different thread. I took care of her for the last time today. She died in her sleep, as an old woman. (7 years is old for a guinea pig I guess) Never seen her sick.
RIP Chu Chu
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Post by Kerrick on May 25, 2017 17:01:54 GMT -6
Shoot, I am very sorry to hear that Thomas. Losing a pet is never easy. Yes if you've got pictures handy, I'd love to see her. My sister's first pet was a guinea pig (named Bubbles) who also lived for a very long time and was a great pet. They're super cute animals and have a surprisingly large amount of personality.
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Post by nocturnaliridescence on May 25, 2017 18:37:29 GMT -6
Very sorry for your loss, Thomas.
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Post by Thomas Eversole on May 26, 2017 16:57:11 GMT -6
Thanks guys. That little critter is still missed, but I'm at peace that I did everything I could for her. She got to eat like a little pig should for 7 years.
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Post by Deepfriar on May 29, 2017 13:38:04 GMT -6
Yeah having lost four pets now I can say it's a big comfort knowing we spoil them. I'm sorry for your loss, Thomas. I believe we will see them again honestly, in some way shape or form.
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Post by nocturnaliridescence on May 29, 2017 19:46:07 GMT -6
I believe we will see them again honestly, in some way shape or form. And before someone replies to this with the inevitable, I just want to point out: it is totally reasonable to believe that we will see pets in Heaven. It's a very common misconception that animals supposedly don't. But in reality, the Bible does not say this. As far as I can tell, the Bible doesn't actually directly address this either way, so don't be discouraged if anyone tells you otherwise. I won't say 100% that we will or we won't, but it is a possibility that we can certainly take comfort in. And God made the beasts of the earth according to their kinds and the livestock according to their kinds, and everything that creeps on the ground according to its kind. And God saw that it was good. - Genesis 1:25 And to every beast of the earth and to every bird of the heavens and to everything that creeps on the earth, everything that has the breath of life, I have given every green plant for food.” And it was so. - Genesis 1:30
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Post by Thomas Eversole on Jun 7, 2017 11:38:27 GMT -6
I believe we will see them again honestly, in some way shape or form. Ditto bro.
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Post by _ on Feb 6, 2018 21:58:42 GMT -6
i miss my dog
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Post by _ on Jul 1, 2018 10:45:22 GMT -6
living with a cat. just me and her. first time. not feeling it.
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Post by avjr on Jul 1, 2018 12:51:13 GMT -6
I have 2 cats, and 3 dogs. They are my friends. 🐶🐱
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Post by Thomas Eversole on Jul 1, 2018 13:49:51 GMT -6
living with a cat. just me and her. first time. not feeling it. I know this is the least masculine thing ever said by a man but - I love cats man. They're great pillows. Just fall asleep to the tractor noises. If I drool on them, they clean it up. They're great for an on-the-spot hug. When doesn't a hug make anyone feel better? ....and you can just drop them when you're done hugging them. Except Spoompy/Moomah/BoofBoff/whatever her name is. Since she's a great big beautiful stack of pancakes, I have to set her down, not drop her.
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Post by _ on Jul 2, 2018 7:19:27 GMT -6
i don't think there is a lol button on mobile but please be informed that i indeed lol'd. also my new goal in life is that someone for whom i have great love refers to me with such a flapjacktastic epitet (fun fact: i suck at spelling and i can't be bothered to look up how to spell on mobile) as you've applied to your dear cat.
also this cat and i are on better terms now: she let me pet her more.
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Post by _ on Nov 7, 2018 18:46:35 GMT -6
Ten years ago today we got my dog (2006-2016).
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Post by _ on Oct 15, 2019 9:42:57 GMT -6
I got a rabbit a few months ago. Volume + headphones w/ good bass for the video is encouraged. kapwi.ng/c/6cINNAQ4
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Post by Borndead on Oct 15, 2019 11:19:44 GMT -6
So cute, how did you name it? B-rabbit?
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Post by Thomas Eversole on Oct 15, 2019 12:08:33 GMT -6
"Rap it" is an applicable name IMO. HAHA!!!
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Post by _ on Oct 15, 2019 13:32:44 GMT -6
lmao Borndead Thomas Eversole a name in the running was Marshall Mathers (nickname Rabbit per 8 Mile ha). I made a mental list of a lot of musician-based puns for his name ha.
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Post by _ on Dec 3, 2019 18:38:53 GMT -6
my rabbit headbanging
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Post by nocturnaliridescence on Dec 3, 2019 19:12:49 GMT -6
THAT RABBIT IS ADORABLE
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Post by strangesteve on Jan 21, 2020 4:44:30 GMT -6
The things I gotta do to make my cat less discontented. 🙄
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Post by strangesteve on Jan 21, 2020 4:48:16 GMT -6
My cat doesn’t seem to appreciate the friends I try to make for her.
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Post by strangesteve on Jan 25, 2020 10:05:58 GMT -6
Tarantulas can be your friends, too!
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Post by _ on Jan 25, 2020 11:11:55 GMT -6
strangesteve last year i thought about getting a tarantula bc i hate myself but then i didnt bc 1) i have a roommate who would not like that and 2) i would not like that
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