[Our Magical Creatures]

[grandpalovegood]

MY poptart eating weird cat mattie... just took off with my crust off of my last bite of poptart. She turns up her nose to milk or tuna... but will take off with a dorrito that you might be holding in your and and not eating fast enough for her to resist... Oh and she goes back for thirds on my hubby's canteloupe... loves candy too.. Skinny cat if ever I were to own one.. but she's a cat that belongs in this strange house of mine all the same.

;D

[fangsfan1]

She sounds like a riot Miss C!
The lady that breeds sheepdogs, where I got my Andy, had another litter born recently. She told us one little female was born with a cleft palate-I never knew puppies could have that. She had all kinds of trouble with her, had to feed her by hand, then the puppy got pneumonia, etc. This lady is in her late sixties and at the same time all this was going on her sister Annie died suddenly-so I guess she was exhausted.
We wondered if she would be able to find a home for this pup. My sister talked to her again this weekend and she said she has decided to keep the puppy herself, and has named her Annie after her sister. I was so glad, I know this little sheepdog will have a great home now.

[grandpalovegood]

I'm so glad that someone who actually knows how to tend to the pups special needs knows how to and can help. I wonder if there will need to be some sort of reconstruction done when the pup is older to help out some?


I came in here to say that I feel on top of the world today... But funny thing.. I fell asleep last night watching an old episode of Highlander on tv.. only to wake and find at least half of my world was on top of meee... sleeping away.. All three cats on my lap and not much fighting either. ;D

[grandpalovegood]

Ok... I remember someone earlier mentioned something about someone having pet chipmunks, or something like that. I was wanting to come here and post something that I had which goes along with those lines.

When I was a teenager I lived at Savannah, near the coast of Georgia, on a military post. There were TONS of squirrels.

Let's back up here... Make this a Harry Potter type post.. What I think is funny... With JKR and how she seems to like to collect names.. There are few times in her books where she reuses a name. Many of my pets in the past BEFORE she published her books, I had chosen to name with some of those names. Well... Instead of me right now telling the names in a list.. I mean we do have this entire thread to do that with.. SO I'll choose my favorite squirrel Charlie.

I had about four or five squirrels I used to feed by hand daily when I was a kid. Charlie was the most enthusiastic. I originally thought that she was a he. But when he went missing for about four or five days straight.. which was very out of the norm. I figured a dog or cat got him... OR he got ran over by someone's car...(which the car was his eventual fate in years to come.) But when I found out he was a girl.... Well... He seemed to be the one squirrel who most demanded for our 4pm daily ritual.

See... every time I went to visit my grandma in Alabama, about a seven hour drive away.. I would fill up a huge bag of pecans from her tree, when they were in season. I'd take them home to feed the squirrels. Oh I munched on them as well.. she had a good tree.

Well.... every day after school if Charlie was not already waiting in my back yard... trying to peek in the back living room window chattering up a storm just to let me know he was out there waiting.. which that window was a large one at that. I'd end up going out there shouting out his name.. CHARLIE!!!! I'd do it then laugh at myself for thinking back at that perfume commercial from the 70's. ;D There he'd be way far down at the other pine trees a few buildings away. (think military housing, townhouse buildings.) He'd come scamper up. He KNEW his name. Now when he went missing, I really did worry. But I had my other squirrells who also had names of their own that they knew I called them by. Suddenly there Charlie was not near as fat as he had been the whole time I had known him to be that first year. Then I took a closer look at his chest when he stood up. He had been nursing babies and it was very evident at that. Charlie was not a pig like I thought.. he was a GIRL! Now a momma squirrel. I was on cloud nine, so happy that SHE was alright.

I fed her and the others for about three more years. This was one of my happy memories from my youth... sitting in my yard up against the clothesline pole, they would come up and I'd play games with them.... NEVER try to pet them. but I could hold both of my fists out where they could come up and choose which one had the nut. They would take their little hands and pry apart my fingers then take the nut to go bury after they filled their tummies first.

During the summers, back then I tried in vain to get a tan.. Layed out back of my house in the sun all slicked down with the oil or lotion of my choice. They would come up and lay on their bellies front arms forward and back legs backwards... while they were under my chair in the shade just looking around. They were so funny.

YEP... a couple even ventured into the house. Mom told me one afternoon when she was repotting her inside plants, she had propped open the back door as she took the plants back into the house a couple at a time.. then one time, Chuck was standing inside our living room looking at the TV. When she saw him, she froze not sure what to do. She did not want to spook him for fear he'd freak and end up harming himself.. but instead he looked up and chose to go back out to the back yard.

These little creatures are so smart. For some reason these squirrels here seem to be more reserved than any I had found at any place I've ever lived... well aside from the ones out in the country I just moved from. Then again... my mother in law next door had about ten pecan trees lining her driveway and shading her house. They didn't have need for people.

[fangsfan1]

Great squirrel story-kind of like Hagrid's Norbert and Norberta too

[grandpalovegood]

LOL...

OK.... what is the weirdest pet you guys have ever had?

[fangsfan1]

I mostly have just had dogs and cats. My sister and I each had a little turtle when we were kids. Once when we came home there were two teeny tiny frogs in with them in their dish. It looked like the turtles had given birth to these very strange babies. We found out my cousin, who mowed our lawn, had put them in for a joke. I guess that was kind of weird.

[Duddahs]

The following was found posted very low on a refrigerator door.

Dear Dogs and Cats:
The dishes with the paw prints are
yours and contain your food.
The other dishes are mine and contain
my food.. Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a
claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically
pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Racing
me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall
faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about
this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort, however.
Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary
to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible.
I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging
out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm..

For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it
is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw
under the edge in an attempt to open the door. I must exit through the same
door I entered.
Also, I have been using the bathroom
for years - canine/feline attendance is not required.

The proper order for kissing is: Kiss me first, then go smell the other
dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.

Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on
the front door:


TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR PETS:

(1) They live here. You don't.
(2) If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay
off the furniture. That's why they call it 'fur'-niture.
(3) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
(4) To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who
are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly.
Remember, dogs and cats
are better than kids because they:

(1) eat less,
(2) don't ask for money all the time,

(3) are easier to train,
(4) normally come when called,
(5) never ask to drive the car,
(6) don't smoke or drink,
(7) don't want to wear your clothes,
(8) don't have to buy the latest fashions,
(9) don't need a gazillion dollars for college and
(10) if they get pregnant, you
can sell their children

[misscharlotte]

;D Oh I could comment on so many things on this one... but I'll spare you guys. This is so funny. ;D

Here I was going to say I had a nightmare that woke me up this morning... That cat Mattie caught a lizzard within a week or two and pulled off it's tail. This must have been stuck in my mind... In my dream last night, Hermione got her tail caught up with her favorite catfishing pole. Daughter dropped to her knees and grabbed hold of the pole expecting like usual that this would free the tail from the toy.. but not this time.. Oh it was so awful, my tummy hurts.. Then when my eyes popped open, there she was sitting there on my bedside table staring at me wanting her breakfast.. tail in tact... I was so glad to find it was only just a dream.

[fangsfan1]

Oh I love that too-although I have to say Andy is guilty of a lot of those things!
On the way home from work yesterday there was one of the biggest toads I ever saw in the middle of the road. I moved him with my foot so he wouldn't get hit. He was ticked off at me and actually croaked as he moved away. Wonder if it was Trevor?

[grandpalovegood]

;D

We had something similar to that happen.. I thought it was the funniest thing. We stopped because of the largest bull frog I have ever seen was in the middle of this dirt road we were traveling on. I'm not kidding large as a full sized dinner plate. Hubby went to move it while I stayed in the car.. it leaped clear from the center of the road.. to across this huge ditch and into the field on the other side.. all in ONE jump. Funny part was watching my hubby try to catch it. ;D


I came in here today to comment about Nogtails... We hear so many of us who are cat owners referr to our smart cats as Kneazles.. but when people talk about their dogs... they don't say anything about Nogtails.. Hmm?

But then again... basically all cats are more alike than dogs being like their species. Used to every time I saw a Jack Russel Terrier, I would always think about this wonderful children's show on PBS called Wishbone. It featured a Jack Russel Terrier who they would dress and have him act out the parts of a selected Classic book... One time he was Robin Hood... another time he was Pip from Charles Dickens Great Expectations... another time he was Romeo... another time.. Oliver Twist... another time Don Quixote ... The list goes on and on.. It's one I loved to watch during the fall. I was sad when the actors all grew up and they had to end the series... But now whenever I see a Jack Russel Terrier, I always think of how JKR added them into her book of Fantastic Beasts and called them Nogtails... except they have a tail that has a sort of devil like point so if muggles have them they have to have it surgically tipped. ;D

[Duddahs]

My C.J. really hates thunder and lightning.. He is right now snuggled up to my leg and will not let me get up to go and make lunch... And here I always bring him a piece of American Cheese and a piece of Ham or Balogna for his lunch... He does not care.. He just does not want me to move!

He will have to when I have to go back to work though.

[grandpalovegood]

What does he do when the storms come when you are gone somewhere?

I know my cat Frostie will hide under MY bed until it's all over with. I remember one time looking for my other shoe only to see her gold eyes glaring out at me from under there... (she's a long black cat... well.. dark brown to the point people think she's black.) She scared the living daylights outta me when she does this and I don't know she's under there.

I wonder if CJ too has a safe place where he chooses to hide at times like this.

My mom's dog will stay on top of her bed nestled up between the pillows while she's curled up in a ball all day long when they are not there.

[Duddahs]

From a Dog's Diary


8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!




From a Cat's Daily Diary..


My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now................

[grandpalovegood]

OH I love that one Duddah.. ;D

Here is another one, that is taking place right now in my house, as I type this up... that could be added onto that list.

I'm listening to my hubby tell Mattie that that is NOT her toilet paper to leave it alone. (see hubby does not believe in purchasing a box of Kleenex... he just grabs an extra roll of our TP to keep next to the bed.) HE brought it to her earlier this morning too.. telling her the same thing.

She's so smart... she knows if it rolls it's fun!

[fangsfan1]

My dog Andy is so funny-he does NOT like me being on the computer because it's less attention for him. He keeps bringing me squeakers and pushing them against me so I'll play. Then when I log off and he hears the "goodbye"-he gets all excited-knowing he this means I'm done and he might get a walk or a playtime. He just turned 6 on Sunday but is still not over the puppy stage.
I want to post more on here sometime soon but just wanted to share this now.
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[Duddahs]

Oh my C.J. is going to be 14 on January 6th... He love it when I go onto the computer. He asks to be picked up onto my bed where I sit with the laptop, he cuddles up to my side and goes to sleep with his head on my leg...

His nose is just an inch or so from the keyboard itself. I think he likes the soft cool air that blows from the cooling plate that I rest the lap top on. It helps to keep the laptop running cool and C.J. seems to love it too.

Well, even at 13, C.J. does not know he is not a puppy. You see, I had his mother, father and Grandfather, all of whom passed last year..

He had always known he was the crown prince around this place. When his sister Belle came over a month ago with my friends who share their home and children with her, the two of them acted as if they had always been together.. They just walked along, side by side, bumping into each other, and then we later found them both sleeping on C.J.s large puff pillow that is in the living room.. Snuggled up like two or a kind..

Now when C.J.s brother comes over, it is all together another thing. His name is Bernie and he sure does have his fathers alfa traits.. C.J. just tends then to lay down and go to sleep and ignores him... Bernie tries to get him to play, but C.J. just continues to fake sleeping until Bernie gives up finally and then goes to sleep with him.

[fangsfan1]

That is so cute, he sounds like a very cuddly dog, they're the best kind. That was great that you had the whole family too, when I went to the breeders to pick out my puppy I got to meet his mother, father and grandmother which was really cool.

[grandpalovegood]

Just listening.... uh.. READING what you guys said here, I can imagine the whole thing as if I saw it taking place.

My Hermione cat is my computer cat. She often sits here in my lap while I type. When she has the energy, she will try to catch the cursor or whatever might be moving on the screen. Normally she sits on the foot stool I have under my desk. She sometimes complains when I want to use it to put my feet up.. but then again, she is a cranky cat....

Mattie is just now a year old, but does not look it. Yesterday when I was sitting here, she kept getting up in front of the computer screen so I could not see. She just looked at me as she kept walking back and forth, sniffing everything in sight. Then she cracked me up.. she's no longer a little kitten who can fit in tiny places.. but she sandwiched herself between the two shelves... mmm the one ... OK you know those computer desk/cabinets that have doors.. (when they are closed it looks like an armoire) On the top shelf I have the monotor.. then there are to other shelves that slide in and out that are placed about a fist width apart. I keep my mouse on the top one then the keyboard on the bottom one... Well... she sandwiched herself between the two and just stayed there next to the mouse. She did a U turn and turned to face me. All I could see was her gold eyes and white front toes and face peeking back at me. Now the last time she did that was when she was a tiny kitten last year.. no problems then.. but she's not that little anymore. Goofy cat.

[rin68nyr]

LOL My cats are too fat to let them near when I'm on my desktop computer! If the'yre in my lap, I can't easily reach the keyboard....if they're on my desk, they're ON the keyboard! LOL I've removed them enough times that they now know they can't get on...so now theysometimes jump on the back of my chair, and lean on my neck. Silly things! We are trying to get them to lose wieght...I have to wieght them soon to see if it's working.

The weirdest pet we had? My brother had a pet iguana when we were younger. He was neat! I don't think I would have liked him if he was a carnivore...but being vegitarian, I didn't mind at all. Cory liked beans...french cut and cooked. We found out he liked oranges when my brother was feeding him his "Cory beans" at the table, and I was having an orange for snack. As soon as I peeled that orange, Cory's head whipped around, and he ran (Yes...they can be fast if they want to!) over to me...I fed him bits of orange and he ate what I gave him! I liked Cory, but he had a calcium deficiency and despite trying to give him extra, his bones never grew...he stayed small like a baby iguana for a long time, but died after a year or two. Poor thing.

My friends had some odd pets, too. I used to "Babysit" their pets when they were on vacation. I took care of their gerbils and guinea pigs, and their rat, Templeton (who used to crawl around inside my jacket), and one time, even a pigeon they had rescued! They also had a chicken at one point, and of course, cats and dogs.

We once had a cat who had been abused, too. She was so skittish around grown ups that she lived upstairs where my brother's and my bedrooms were. She was fine up there with us. She was a pretty little calico cat names "Missy" That was the name her previous owners had given her....when they moved, she ran back to our neighborhood, and hid under our deck in the middle of winter. Even my cat-hating Dad (which he's not really...no matter how many times he claims it...we've seen him pet them and cuddle with them far too many times for it to be ture) felt sorry for her, and let us bring her inside. But she hissed at my parents if they came upstairs.

In college, my roommate got a cat she named "Chip" who used to run like crazy....there was a long L-shaped hall, and she would run from one end to the other, climbing up the molding on the doorways on each end and jumping back down to do it again, and again, and again! She was a crazy cat!

Erin