So, I've been thinking of getting a friend for Strigoi. Work's going to start up again soon, which means I'll be gone a lot more, and he hates being alone. So on Saturday I popped into the PetCetera to see about getting some info about the adoption program, cost, what info they would need, etc. And there was a beautiful black cat. Three years ( Read more... )

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That wedding that was at the inn yesterday? Not only did no one puke, but they gave us fish! The centrepieces were bowls with bettas in them, and today they had to find homes for all of the fish, and they let us have some. I zipped over to Petcetera after work today to buy my new fishy some living quarters more hospitable than a Dixie cup ( Read more... )

Moggie (aka Mogs, Moggin, Moggins, the Moggincat, the Mogginbeast, Mogzilla) is our cat. She is fourteen years old. She weighs eighteen pounds. We got her, along with two siblings, from a farmer. At first, Moggie was not much of a hunter. Her brother, Grover, was the one who killed things (his first mouse, he growled when Steppater tried to ( Read more... )

Early on Monday morning, my bunny Hershey died. He was eight (old for a rabbit). I aquired Hershey from my previous landlord, who was one of the great carnivores. He brought nine rabbits back one night, and was going to kill them the next day. I asked for one of them. When I got home that night, the cage containing the rabbits was gone, and in ( Read more... )