What About YOU? Fur Children

Every Monday I ask a question, to get to know YOU better. Ready for today’s?

Do you own any pets? I really should say: do any pets own you? If yes, what have you named them? What eccentricities endear them to you?

My four “fur children” are named Rocky, Happy, Puddin’ and Angus. A gorgeous long-haired marmalade and white, Rocky weighs in at 21 pounds. He can often be seen snuggling with Happy, a misnamed persnickety female who resents having to share her universe with the baby, Angus. He loves to torment both her and Puddin’, also known as Puddin’ Pants, because of where she carries her fat. With their daily antics, these “royalty in cat suits” often turn one of my sour pickle moods into a spoonful of grape jelly.

Your turn…

P.S. The winner of Brandilyn Collins' book, "Eyes of Elisha" is Carole Garvin. Congratulations!

Covering up the Poo-Poos

When our daughter Esther was four she told her grandma¸ “Mommy says we can get a pet when baby-Ron gets big enough to help me take care of it. I would rather have a kittie than a doggie, because kitties cover up their poo­-poo.”

The kids’ first real pet was a black cat named Agape'. We’ve had a plethora of kitties, bunnies, fish and birds since then. All were like family to us. I refer to my current four cats as my “fur children.” I talk baby talk to them, feed them expensive food, and call them silly nicknames. Rocky is Rocks-a-Rooney; Happy is Happy Dappy; Puddin' is Puddin' Pants and Angus is Angie Bangie. Not too creative, but I save that for my writing.

Do you have any pets? How do they enhance your life, or make it crazy? Do you include pets in your stories?