Unwnted animals, send em over
I have seven animals now. The first was a calico cat that my aunt owned. She is the daughter of my childhood cat, Pumpkin Patch, that lived a long and promiscuous life. Peaches is now 15 and my cousin, who recieved her when my aunt got rid of her, was going to have her put down because of one stinking flea. Then my sister decided to get a little black fuzzy cat, Cleo. She moved and left her friend behind. My mother had a shitzu(sp) named Rocky that my sister left with her when she left her apartment. He massacred her chickens one day and she threatened to take him out back and shoot him. My father had given me a bearded dragon for the boys, and when he had to move to Kentucky to try and change his lifestyle he left his other, much larger, bearded dragon, Speedy. My uncle needed to get rid of his water dragon, Willy, for some reason and I was elected as the caretaker. Yesterday the same uncle called and said he was on his way to work and came across an abandoned 4 1/2 foot iguana on the side of the road. Guess where it is. In a large plastic storage box on my deck awaiting the cage I am building it this weekend. His name is Ignaciuos, Iggy, if any of you are familiar with Krypto the superdog from cartoon network you will know why. And I have always thought that I hated animals. Now my home looks like a pet store.