Dualbunny's Pets: A Desk Reference
Daily round-up: I had today off. Officially. Not just 'cause I wasn't working or something. Boo Boo is cleaning Lily's face and killing me with the cuteness. I finished clipping for my vid, and intend to be in a vidding place tonight and this weekend--and then some. And I got ice cream and have a shiny, fluffly, clean dog with the cutest little trimmed big paws ever. Not too shabby really. No wonder they call it Good Friday.
Aww, now Lily's cleaning Boo. Biting and wrestling should commence shortly. To help with the wait, I put together a little post with all of my non-human living companions in it.
Miles
This was taken today, after his very first paid-for bath and grooming session. He's so fluffy and soft I can't stand it. And I love how they trimmed his feet. I am doing my best to soak in the super clean-ness before it evaporates again.
Miles is a Great Pyrenees, and he'll be 5 years old in a couple of weeks. I got him as a 10-week-old puppy and he was already 25 lbs. Right now he weighs in at around 120 lbs. I took him everywhere with me when he was growing up. He even went to some of my college art classes with me. Everybody in the art building knew him. Currently his favorite pastime is sitting out on the front porch and barking at cars all day long. As you can see in the photo, he has his very own sofa, and will happily spend his day out there regardless of the temperature.
Corki
Corki is my oldest kitty. She's just over 7 years old. She came from the Humane Society at about 6 months old. Four of those months had been spent there, so we just had to take her home. She's a small cat and shaped like a little ball. The only one of mine smaller than her is Lily. She's also very nervous around strangers, but she loves to curl up your lap and sleep. She also sings. But only in the wee hours of the morning while she collects all of the catnip toys into the same place. Aside from Miles, she's the most talkative furry thing in the house.
Sasha
Here's the girl who had me in fits, because I thought I destroyed her ear. This is an older photo, but her ear really doesn't look that different now. Sasha showed up one spring night while Gerry and I were working on our cars in my dad's driveway. She was skinny and little bit dirty, but at some point she had been spayed.
Don't know if her home disappeared or if she got lost. I'd been putting out food for strays that past winter, and she hung around all summer and fall outside, mostly sunning herself on the front step. I even made her a little kitty house to stay out of the rain. Sometimes at night, she'd come up to the picture window by my dad's front steps and swat at Corki through the glass. When it got cold again, I tried making her a housecat. I didn't have to try very hard.
The vet's guess is that she's around 5 years old now. She's playful, but only by herself. Sasha has no concept of how to relate to other animals. She likes people, but again, you have to read her very carefully to figure out what signals she's trying to send. Mostly we just tell her she's crazy. It's also why I call her my problem child.
Boo Boo Kitty Fuck
Boo Boo is very much still my baby. He's also a brat. And much too smart for the rest of our own good. He's also a shameless thief of all things edible, and thinks nothing of taking it right out of your hand. I'm sure that has nothing to do with my having spoiled him rotten. I'm pretty sure it's just genetics.
Boo Boo showed up at my dad's house two years ago on Halloween. He was 3 or 4 months old. His claws were trimmed and he smelled like potpourri, but no one called on our lost cat notices. I have a hunch he may have been too much cat for somebody's house.
It probably sounds silly, but I actually believe Boo Boo is my first cat come back to me. I've got a lot of little reasons, but in the end I suppose all that matters is that I'm as convinced as I could be, and being so makes me happy. I don't expect everyone else to believe me when I tell them. :) In fact, Gerry is just as jealous of Boo Boo as he was of Murphy. Maybe that's proof enough. ;}
Lily
This is Lily. Isn't she cute? ;D I think I may have mentioned her once or twice already... She's 7 months old now. Still only has three feet, and still the cutest little alarm clock ever. I'm constantly feeling grateful that we brought her home. And she's one of the sweetest cats I've ever met.
Little Oscar & (Big) Oscar
Onto the fishy friends. Big Oscar has to be going on three or four years old now. This picture doesn't show it, but he does have hole-in-the-head spreading across the top of his...head. He's not the prettiest fish ever, but he's so inept at certain fishy things that he can't not be kind of adorable. We got Little Oscar to keep him company. Little Oscar beats Big Oscar to the food, but they're always swimming next to each other, just hanging out. They're both, heh, oscars and they live in our 75 gallon aquarium. And they watch everything you do. Just in case it leads to food for them.
Loeb & Leopold
These two are Neolamprologus sexfasciatus African cichlids. They also live in the 75. We just picked them out when they were little, because they were kinda pretty. (You can a see a nicer picture of one at this website.)They like to hide. A lot. That makes them hard to take photos of. But check out Loeb's teeth. Now you know why I named them after murders. Although the barbs they were killing all died mysteriously anyway, even after I moved them into a new tank. These two may be craftier than I give them credit for. They just never struck me as the poisoning type...
Little Yellow Fish
This guy is known as an Electric Yellow. Also an African cichlid. Not a tiny fish anymore, but still the smallest in the tank (75 gal.). Perky little dude. The other day he ate a rock he couldn't swallow, and it took him like three days to spit it back out. I figure if fish are dumb enough to kill themselves with rocks, there's not much you can do about it. But I'm glad it came back out. Always thought he/she was a pretty little fish.
Dr. Zoidberg
This is the plecostomus from the 75. He's gone from about 2 1/2" long to 6 1/2". And he really quite pretty for a pleco. Lots of orange spots and he's always showing off his fins. Another hard one to get good photos of.
Lenny & George
These are Gerry's goldfish. Lenny is the white (supposed to be blue/gray) oranda, and George is the calico shubunkin. Gerry says that George spends most of the day wishing he had opposable thumbs so that he could shoot Lenny. Lenny spends most of his day eating bubbles and then desperately trying to swim back down to the bottom of the tank. Eventually he gives up and just bobs at the top for a while until he spits the bubbles back out. Then he goes and eat some more bubbles.
Lily's Goldfish
These guys don't have names yet. I bought them to put in the tank that's just off of the floor, so that Lily could watch them. The barbs that used to live it were definitely poisoned died mysteriously on Christmas day while we were gone. Lily likes her goldfish better. And they seem to like her too. And they're tiny and cute. They also live with a tiny plecostomus, but he looks just like Dr. Zoidberg. Only smaller and with less orangeyness.
The Betta
This is the newest addition. Gerry just picked him out a couple of days ago. Actually, Gerry said, "Hey what do you think of this one, this one, and this one?" I said, "I like that one," and pointed at this guy, who wasn't actually one of the choices. Guess I have good betta taste. This guy likes to spend his day making scarey faces at the goldfish in the tank next to his bowl. You can almost hear him taunting them. ("Who are you?! I KEEL you! Who are you?! I KEEEEL you!!")
And I think that's everyone. Although there are actually several more furry and fishy things in the house. They just happen to be in the freezer, and not terribly photogenic...
Now I must go find some red meat to eat, just to be contrary supper.
Aww, now Lily's cleaning Boo. Biting and wrestling should commence shortly. To help with the wait, I put together a little post with all of my non-human living companions in it.
Miles
This was taken today, after his very first paid-for bath and grooming session. He's so fluffy and soft I can't stand it. And I love how they trimmed his feet. I am doing my best to soak in the super clean-ness before it evaporates again.
Miles is a Great Pyrenees, and he'll be 5 years old in a couple of weeks. I got him as a 10-week-old puppy and he was already 25 lbs. Right now he weighs in at around 120 lbs. I took him everywhere with me when he was growing up. He even went to some of my college art classes with me. Everybody in the art building knew him. Currently his favorite pastime is sitting out on the front porch and barking at cars all day long. As you can see in the photo, he has his very own sofa, and will happily spend his day out there regardless of the temperature.
Corki
Corki is my oldest kitty. She's just over 7 years old. She came from the Humane Society at about 6 months old. Four of those months had been spent there, so we just had to take her home. She's a small cat and shaped like a little ball. The only one of mine smaller than her is Lily. She's also very nervous around strangers, but she loves to curl up your lap and sleep. She also sings. But only in the wee hours of the morning while she collects all of the catnip toys into the same place. Aside from Miles, she's the most talkative furry thing in the house.
Sasha
Here's the girl who had me in fits, because I thought I destroyed her ear. This is an older photo, but her ear really doesn't look that different now. Sasha showed up one spring night while Gerry and I were working on our cars in my dad's driveway. She was skinny and little bit dirty, but at some point she had been spayed.
Don't know if her home disappeared or if she got lost. I'd been putting out food for strays that past winter, and she hung around all summer and fall outside, mostly sunning herself on the front step. I even made her a little kitty house to stay out of the rain. Sometimes at night, she'd come up to the picture window by my dad's front steps and swat at Corki through the glass. When it got cold again, I tried making her a housecat. I didn't have to try very hard.
The vet's guess is that she's around 5 years old now. She's playful, but only by herself. Sasha has no concept of how to relate to other animals. She likes people, but again, you have to read her very carefully to figure out what signals she's trying to send. Mostly we just tell her she's crazy. It's also why I call her my problem child.
Boo Boo Kitty Fuck
Boo Boo is very much still my baby. He's also a brat. And much too smart for the rest of our own good. He's also a shameless thief of all things edible, and thinks nothing of taking it right out of your hand. I'm sure that has nothing to do with my having spoiled him rotten. I'm pretty sure it's just genetics.
Boo Boo showed up at my dad's house two years ago on Halloween. He was 3 or 4 months old. His claws were trimmed and he smelled like potpourri, but no one called on our lost cat notices. I have a hunch he may have been too much cat for somebody's house.
It probably sounds silly, but I actually believe Boo Boo is my first cat come back to me. I've got a lot of little reasons, but in the end I suppose all that matters is that I'm as convinced as I could be, and being so makes me happy. I don't expect everyone else to believe me when I tell them. :) In fact, Gerry is just as jealous of Boo Boo as he was of Murphy. Maybe that's proof enough. ;}
Lily
This is Lily. Isn't she cute? ;D I think I may have mentioned her once or twice already... She's 7 months old now. Still only has three feet, and still the cutest little alarm clock ever. I'm constantly feeling grateful that we brought her home. And she's one of the sweetest cats I've ever met.
Little Oscar & (Big) Oscar
Onto the fishy friends. Big Oscar has to be going on three or four years old now. This picture doesn't show it, but he does have hole-in-the-head spreading across the top of his...head. He's not the prettiest fish ever, but he's so inept at certain fishy things that he can't not be kind of adorable. We got Little Oscar to keep him company. Little Oscar beats Big Oscar to the food, but they're always swimming next to each other, just hanging out. They're both, heh, oscars and they live in our 75 gallon aquarium. And they watch everything you do. Just in case it leads to food for them.
Loeb & Leopold
These two are Neolamprologus sexfasciatus African cichlids. They also live in the 75. We just picked them out when they were little, because they were kinda pretty. (You can a see a nicer picture of one at this website.)They like to hide. A lot. That makes them hard to take photos of. But check out Loeb's teeth. Now you know why I named them after murders. Although the barbs they were killing all died mysteriously anyway, even after I moved them into a new tank. These two may be craftier than I give them credit for. They just never struck me as the poisoning type...
Little Yellow Fish
This guy is known as an Electric Yellow. Also an African cichlid. Not a tiny fish anymore, but still the smallest in the tank (75 gal.). Perky little dude. The other day he ate a rock he couldn't swallow, and it took him like three days to spit it back out. I figure if fish are dumb enough to kill themselves with rocks, there's not much you can do about it. But I'm glad it came back out. Always thought he/she was a pretty little fish.
Dr. Zoidberg
This is the plecostomus from the 75. He's gone from about 2 1/2" long to 6 1/2". And he really quite pretty for a pleco. Lots of orange spots and he's always showing off his fins. Another hard one to get good photos of.
Lenny & George
These are Gerry's goldfish. Lenny is the white (supposed to be blue/gray) oranda, and George is the calico shubunkin. Gerry says that George spends most of the day wishing he had opposable thumbs so that he could shoot Lenny. Lenny spends most of his day eating bubbles and then desperately trying to swim back down to the bottom of the tank. Eventually he gives up and just bobs at the top for a while until he spits the bubbles back out. Then he goes and eat some more bubbles.
Lily's Goldfish
These guys don't have names yet. I bought them to put in the tank that's just off of the floor, so that Lily could watch them. The barbs that used to live it were definitely poisoned died mysteriously on Christmas day while we were gone. Lily likes her goldfish better. And they seem to like her too. And they're tiny and cute. They also live with a tiny plecostomus, but he looks just like Dr. Zoidberg. Only smaller and with less orangeyness.
The Betta
This is the newest addition. Gerry just picked him out a couple of days ago. Actually, Gerry said, "Hey what do you think of this one, this one, and this one?" I said, "I like that one," and pointed at this guy, who wasn't actually one of the choices. Guess I have good betta taste. This guy likes to spend his day making scarey faces at the goldfish in the tank next to his bowl. You can almost hear him taunting them. ("Who are you?! I KEEL you! Who are you?! I KEEEEL you!!")
And I think that's everyone. Although there are actually several more furry and fishy things in the house. They just happen to be in the freezer, and not terribly photogenic...
Now I must go find some red meat to eat, just to be contrary supper.