The Creatures
These are some of the creatures that have roamed through my life.
Lessa
This cat was my uncle's but when he got married and moved away, Lessa stayed home with mom. I only knew her as an old cat, and a grouchy one at that, but she was an animal I more respected than feared. All she needed was a bit of her own space and she wouldn't bother anyone. She was an indoor/outdoor cat and one day she just didn't come home. Preditors are knows to try to hide when they feel that they are dying, or she might just have been hit by a car, but whatever it was, she was old and is most definitly dead now.
Baby
The black and while cat's name was Baby because of the wailing cries she made at night that sounded just like her name-sake. She was a Hymilayin, a breed of a mix between Angora and Siamese. she was my baby, she had the bad temperment of the Siamese and only let a few hold her without getting bit. I got her as a kitten when I was 2 and kept her intill she died at 9 years of age.
The gray kitten tormenting her was one I brought in from my great granma's farm and found a home for.
Candy and Randy
When the majority of us kids were between the ages of 5 and 3, grandma brought 2 chicks home from great grandma's farm. We raised them and found out that they were 2 roosters. They were pets and would come when they were called, sitting on people's arms or alowing kids to cuddle them as shown above. eventually though, they had to go back to the farm and live with the other chickens, but were still called and cuddled for much time afterwards.
The Phesants
I don't remember exactly when we got the phesants, but they were kept in a 10gal aquarium as chicks with a netting over the top untill they started fluttering out. Then they were moved from a wading pool with netting over the top in the daytime, staying in an empty tool shead/play house at night. when they became a danger to themselves and those entering the shed by acward unaimed dive-bombs they were moved into a large "bug tent". a tent made out of masqueto netting except for the roof and a lining around the bottom that folded inwards to keep it sealed which were waterproff. the "floor" was open alowing them to pick at bugs and natural grasses, their food dumped into a pile on the ground, more of it scattered about to incourage them to peck through the grass. then they were released, perhaps a bit younger than prefered, into a friend's open cow pasture where the wild birds are known to thrive.
Skippy
I got Skippy from the humain society as a puppy when I was 8 years old.
When my great grandma was selling her farm and there was a sickness going through the cats in the barn, I took a litter home, bottle fed them, and kept their eyes and noses clean. When they were a bit older, we took them to the vet because of worms and he said I'd probably nursed them through distemper. All were helthy and playful when they were sent to their new homes, except the black runt of the litter who didn't make it.
My Gerbils
A few years back, my cousin was keeping a colony of gerbils and occasionally when one of the babies got old enough, some fights would start. That's how I ended up with Pinky, the white female. About a year after that, they had another young one starting fights, this time a tan male, so I took that one to and after a few weeks of "getting to know you" and a few bloody toumbles (they get very territorial after a certain age) the two got to like eachother very much. Gerbils are the Love Brids of rodents. they sleep in a huge pile-up, never hurting even the newborns on the very bottom. they beg eachother for attention, grooming eachother with what looks exactly like little kisses, and the parents will be seen time to time on top of their house or somewhere just to themselves, cuddling away from the kids. The young themselves never breed as long as they stay in their parent's cage, but very interested in new arivals, older litters grooming and wrestling very gently with the younger, some even sitting over newborns while mom gets food.
Misty
The daughter of my first pair, this is the female I kept after selling the others. Her mother had an agressive personality and wasn't the best of mothers, so I sold the pair. I bought Leo, a brown male for her when she was still young and there wasn't any trouble keeping them together. Misty was a good mother, keeping all of her babies alive, except for when she was getting older and deformities/still births are more expected. We got a wild veriety of colors out of the babies and when they were sold young, the pet stores were happy to take them.
My Rabbits
Lady
City Snowball
Bugs Bunny
Cinnomin
Ginger
Licorish
Hazle
Comet
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