Pregenerated questions part 2
I've been slacking, here's more from the journaling book.
What pets have you had through your life and what did you love about each one.
When I was born my mother had a cat, her name was Toes. She was apparently very patient with me when I was young letting me pull her tail and such without scratching or hissing at me. She
was my first and best friend, the reason I love cats so much now.
When I was 9 my grandmother got me a fish from Ben Franklin's, it was dead the next morning,, I don't think I even had time to name it, she took me back there to get a replacement fish and we got Gilligan, fish freaked me out, I was too scared to clean his bowl, certain if I tried to catch him in the net his fins would break and stick out at odd angles forever more. He was a survivor if nothing else, tolerating a solitary life, with distorted giants feeding him.
My sister brought a cat home when I was 12, ended up leaving it when she moved out. This was Beezer. Tupid Tummertault Kiki Anderson was his full name, as a kitten he would run into things and then somersault away from them. his name was shortened to Beezer, short for Beelzebub which he earned by his mischievious adventures.
Jeremiah and I moved to Des Moines from Seattle to take care of his dog, Kitsune. She was sweet, smart and gentle, but really his baby.
Bear & Mulder J and I took his parents' ferrets when they moved on to the boat. Mulder was a troublemaker, getting into things she ought not to, trying to dig her way into the closet or burrow into your shoe. Bear was a love, if not the smartest critter.
Willy and Puck we inherited from our room-mate Matthew. Puck was too skittish to really get to know. Willy was a snuggler, he would lie on my chest and watch Buffy marathons with me, or read Harry Potter books. I miss him bundles.
Lilly J rescued from the jaws of his mother's golden retriever. She was so helpless, just a little stunned kitten barely bigger than my hand when we got her. I love her markings, the little white eyeliner around her eyes they way she snuggles you only when there are no witnesses.I love her for guarding me when I take a bath for I clearly cannot be trusted not to drown myself, I went into water willingly after all. I like that she sleeps with her humans, an odd quality for a cat and I love that she taught Bella to do so too.
Bella, my beautiful Bella Noche. She loves to snuggle, loves to "help" whether it's reading, surfing the web, or taking a shower. Just today she climbed up on the ledge of the tub between the decorative curtain and the clear plastic one that keeps everything dry and then chased the droplets of water as they ran down the curtain. She loves her big "sister" Lily and tries to be like her in many ways. She also looks much like Toes, being part Siamese and mostly black with thinned "eyebrow" patches
What pets have you had through your life and what did you love about each one.
When I was born my mother had a cat, her name was Toes. She was apparently very patient with me when I was young letting me pull her tail and such without scratching or hissing at me. She
was my first and best friend, the reason I love cats so much now.
When I was 9 my grandmother got me a fish from Ben Franklin's, it was dead the next morning,, I don't think I even had time to name it, she took me back there to get a replacement fish and we got Gilligan, fish freaked me out, I was too scared to clean his bowl, certain if I tried to catch him in the net his fins would break and stick out at odd angles forever more. He was a survivor if nothing else, tolerating a solitary life, with distorted giants feeding him.
My sister brought a cat home when I was 12, ended up leaving it when she moved out. This was Beezer. Tupid Tummertault Kiki Anderson was his full name, as a kitten he would run into things and then somersault away from them. his name was shortened to Beezer, short for Beelzebub which he earned by his mischievious adventures.
Jeremiah and I moved to Des Moines from Seattle to take care of his dog, Kitsune. She was sweet, smart and gentle, but really his baby.
Bear & Mulder J and I took his parents' ferrets when they moved on to the boat. Mulder was a troublemaker, getting into things she ought not to, trying to dig her way into the closet or burrow into your shoe. Bear was a love, if not the smartest critter.
Willy and Puck we inherited from our room-mate Matthew. Puck was too skittish to really get to know. Willy was a snuggler, he would lie on my chest and watch Buffy marathons with me, or read Harry Potter books. I miss him bundles.
Lilly J rescued from the jaws of his mother's golden retriever. She was so helpless, just a little stunned kitten barely bigger than my hand when we got her. I love her markings, the little white eyeliner around her eyes they way she snuggles you only when there are no witnesses.I love her for guarding me when I take a bath for I clearly cannot be trusted not to drown myself, I went into water willingly after all. I like that she sleeps with her humans, an odd quality for a cat and I love that she taught Bella to do so too.
Bella, my beautiful Bella Noche. She loves to snuggle, loves to "help" whether it's reading, surfing the web, or taking a shower. Just today she climbed up on the ledge of the tub between the decorative curtain and the clear plastic one that keeps everything dry and then chased the droplets of water as they ran down the curtain. She loves her big "sister" Lily and tries to be like her in many ways. She also looks much like Toes, being part Siamese and mostly black with thinned "eyebrow" patches