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You have turtles? Oh I would so love to have some turtles!I have Maxine and Lucky. Both were rescued. My female was found running along side a highway. My male was found running along side a country road, bordered by endless farmland. ( the lady who rescued my male thought he was a cat...he was that tiny....and well, kinda orange)My girls also have one cat named Thomas, one goldfish and two turtles. Hubby calls it a zoo.
Here’s my names for our current pets:
Cat 1: “Stupid Cat”
Cat 2: “Stupid Cat”
Cat 3: “Stupid Cat”
Parakeet 1: “Stupid Noisy Bird”
Parakeet 1: “Stupid Noisy Bird”
All the aquarium inhabitants have the same name: “Stupid Fish”
And my pet name from them, for providing them food, shelter, and a clean and cushy existence, with nothing but pain and aggravation in return has got to be “Stupid Guy”
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I got this T-Shirt from my kids for Christmas as a joke.
(Warning: I’m putting it behind spoilers to protect the womenfolk here from succumbing to it’s apparent mystical aphrodisiac qualities)
I wear the shirt when working around the house in hopes it doesn’t last very long, and only wear it out in public if I forget I have it on. Its crazy, but woman of all ages will chat you up because of the shirt. “Great shirt”… “How many cats do you have”… “What’s your cat’s name”… “”Do you have pictures of your cats”… etc etc. The one that really gets to me is “You must really love cats,” to which I usually reply “Oh yeah, I love being woken up every morning at 5:30 am with whiny cries of FEED ME - FEED ME. And if I ignore them for too long, they take turns playing jump over his head ‘till he can’t take it any more. And I love having to walk to the kitchen to get their food, half asleep, only to step in a wet hairball one of them strategically put in my path, in bare feet.”
And god forbid you tell horror stories of your cats in a humorous manner, and state you must be nuts for providing for them when all they give you back in return is pain and suffering... It automatically makes you breeding material in the minds of the fairer sex.
I don’t get it… what’s the allure to women of guys with cats, especially when you state you "rescued them?" (Yet when I try to pawn off any of the cats away to the ladies with interest, they want nothing to do with it.)
Mouse is so sweet. I'm glad she found you!Gone but will always remain in my prayers
Mitzi (terrier mix)
Jock (large standard poodle)
Penny (goldfish)
Chang (pekinese)
Bobo (silkie terrier)
Smaug (black cat)
She (german shepherd mix)
Rover (white cat)
Hulk (large mix with long black fur)
Widget (terrier mix)
Wolf (wolf/shepherd mix)
Buddy (English pit bull mix)
Spot (black cat)
Clyde (border collie mix)
Magic (really large german shepherd mix)
Annie (terrier mix)
I'm fiercely allergic to cats so the cats were strays that I fixed up quarters for in the garage. After Annie passed away, hubby said No more animals! Luckily, Mouse found us. She woke me up early one morning looking in the window and barking. She was so tiny and thin, her eyes were buggy... she looked like a mouse. Hubby and I argued a lot about keeping her but he gave in after he realized I would move before I took Mouse to a shelter. This is Mouse
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Here’s my names for our current pets:
Cat 1: “Stupid Cat”
Cat 2: “Stupid Cat”
Cat 3: “Stupid Cat”
Parakeet 1: “Stupid Noisy Bird”
Parakeet 1: “Stupid Noisy Bird”
All the aquarium inhabitants have the same name: “Stupid Fish”
And my pet name from them, for providing them food, shelter, and a clean and cushy existence, with nothing but pain and aggravation in return has got to be “Stupid Guy”
- - - - - -
I got this T-Shirt from my kids for Christmas as a joke.
(Warning: I’m putting it behind spoilers to protect the womenfolk here from succumbing to it’s apparent mystical aphrodisiac qualities)
I wear the shirt when working around the house in hopes it doesn’t last very long, and only wear it out in public if I forget I have it on. Its crazy, but woman of all ages will chat you up because of the shirt. “Great shirt”… “How many cats do you have”… “What’s your cat’s name”… “”Do you have pictures of your cats”… etc etc. The one that really gets to me is “You must really love cats,” to which I usually reply “Oh yeah, I love being woken up every morning at 5:30 am with whiny cries of FEED ME - FEED ME. And if I ignore them for too long, they take turns playing jump over his head ‘till he can’t take it any more. And I love having to walk to the kitchen to get their food, half asleep, only to step in a wet hairball one of them strategically put in my path, in bare feet.”
And god forbid you tell horror stories of your cats in a humorous manner, and state you must be nuts for providing for them when all they give you back in return is pain and suffering... It automatically makes you breeding material in the minds of the fairer sex.
I don’t get it… what’s the allure to women of guys with cats, especially when you state you "rescued them?" (Yet when I try to pawn off any of the cats away to the ladies with interest, they want nothing to do with it.)
I'll do my best to get them somewhere sheltered when they hatch, maybe I can make them a small 'hot-house' in my vegetable garden?
For the last week or so we have had a Praying Mantis living in our bathroom. She came in through the open window one day and decided to stay. 2 days ago, she laid a couple hundred eggs up on the curtain and is now recovering/possibly [sob] winding down.
Each night I leave a note before bed to let the first person up know where she is situated so they don't accidentally crush her. I had to have stern words with Stanlee Cat because she thought a game of tag might be up for grabs... no, Stanlee.
Mama Mantis has laid her eggs at a terrible time of year (little bit of late frisky?) and I'm worried about them hatching out in the middle of winter.
I had a read up on them the other day and usually [warning!] the female [seriously, this is going to hurt] bites the head off the male during sex.. to ah... enhance ejac*cough*ulation in order to promote better uh, baby mixture. [think I'm traumatised]
For the last week or so we have had a Praying Mantis living in our bathroom. She came in through the open window one day and decided to stay. 2 days ago, she laid a couple hundred eggs up on the curtain and is now recovering/possibly [sob] winding down.
Each night I leave a note before bed to let the first person up know where she is situated so they don't accidentally crush her. I had to have stern words with Stanlee Cat because she thought a game of tag might be up for grabs... no, Stanlee.
Mama Mantis has laid her eggs at a terrible time of year (little bit of late frisky?) and I'm worried about them hatching out in the middle of winter.
They are very
... I was going to leave her in the bathroom, but after reading that she will have nothing more to do with her young now, I've been fearing that something will happen to her, so have just put her into the vegetable garden--I took a couple of photos, will put them up soon.
They are very
I know right? She was really curious, it was sweet! Awww, I miss her...
But you still have all those eggs, don't you? Will they hatch?
I'm not sure... it may be too cold for them.But you still have all those eggs, don't you? Will they hatch?
