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My life with the dawgs (Notice I misspelled that correctly.)

I knew there was a post like this around here somewheres.

This is Maggie the cowardly Schnauzer



I don't own any cats at this time, but it is not unlikely. I am currently thinking of adopting the supersized cat across the street from me. the first time I saw him I thought it was a bobcat :shock: I'll see if I can convince him to pose.

Morris


Tyger

Here is a picture of my cat Stimpy. He climbed in by himself, but we did have to get him out.



And here is a pciture of him in one of his favorite poses, kinda like the Playgirl centerfold, exposing himself to the world.



He's such a good kittie and he's my buddy.

Chris
crowtoo@earthlink.net

These were my pets









The bird is a Cedar Waxwing named Icarus. The dog is a German Shepherd named Ramz. He was a police dog. The cat is.......black. She was 23 human years old and named Nibby (after the black Nibs licorice candy).

Dude how did you get your mitts on a cedar waxwing?

He was on the ground at my cabin, almost dead. I'm pretty sure he wasn't more than a week old. He had a big gash in his head where some crows had pecked him. I took care of him and made him all better. I looked for his parents, but it was late in the year and they had already migrated (Waxwing parents migrate before their children). Took him back home to Port Coquitlam (small town outside of Vancouver BC). It was really neat, he would come when called, ride around on your shoulder, play games, and cuddle into your neck when he was sleepy. We live by a huge meadow that used to be a farm. The following summer (2002) he heard another Waxwing and joined their flock. He now leads a normal birdie life and recently came back to visit after his latest migration (2003).

Ok, so I don't have pics but this is a funny story that started two weeks ago:

I live with my sister, and she bought a jackson's chameleon. Then she went on vacation to the mainland with her boyfriend and left me to take care of it two weeks ago. Well, it gets depressed (supposedly) if you leave it in the cage all day, so we have an artificial tree for it to climb and sit on when its out. Well, one morning, while they were gone, I took it out and put it on the tree. I took a shower and went to work and forgot to put the chameleon back. When I got home, I realized what I did, and I freaked out. The thing was gone. My sister loved that lizard. Well I searched the house for three hours, and finally gave up. I figured it might have gotten out under the front door (there's a huge gap that it always heads for when it gets off its tree) In case It might have still been in the house, I let the whole box of crickets go in the house, so at least it wouldn't starve, and I set out trays of meal worms all throughout the house.....

Well, after three days, none of the meal worms had disappeared, and the crickets were chirping all around me every night, so I figured it was gone and I went out and bought a new one.

So, my sister came back home last week. I didn't want to tell her what happened while she was gone, and they got home late, so I didn't want to deal with it then anyway. The next day I go to work, and worry about telling her all day. When I get home, my sister goes "come here, you have to see something..." There is the original freaking chameleon hanging in her closet. She laughed at me. So now we had two chameleons.....

Wait, it gets better....

I come home from work two days later and her boyfriend comes into my room with the chameleon on his hand and says "try to pet it" I try to pet it, and it rears up and hisses at me and trys to bite me.... I said "what did you do to it??!!!!" Well, aparantly he found it outside walking on the wall. Thinking one of ours had gotten out, he grabbed it, and it bit him too. Soooooo, now we have three of them and we don 't even have a female, they just multiplied spontaneously.......... 8)

OK here goes. I hope i get this right the first time, ive never tried putting a picture in with the text. *fingers crossed*



That should be my puppy dog 'Zeb'. He is 14 human years this year and as for his breed well he is just a weird yet wonderful combination of whatever dogs were roaming the streets that particular night (his mUmmy was a slut)

AWWWWWWWW

That was the coolest story ever!