Your pet(s)

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Originally Posted by Crushking33

I have three cats.Mittens,Scardy cat ,and mean cat.Mittens is big,fat, and has big feet.Barly does anything but eat ,poop ,and sleep.(My fav cat is mittens.)He is white with black spots.Scardy cat is timidy and is still kind if wild.Id say a normal sized cat same coloring as mittens.Mean cat is dif shades of black and likes to scrath ppl.-_-Me and it like to hiss at eachother.

Ps:Mittens ftw!

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LOL, I better avoid Mean Cat every time you'll come with that cat! SCRAMBLE!:eek:

I has 7 dogs -_-

yes...... 7

1 (my favorite) is a German short haired pointer, we got her when she was a baby, now shes like either 6 or 7 (cant remember anymore)
4 are adult beagle and the other 2 are puppy beagles.
Im not so close to the beagle like my pointer, the beagle are mostly my fathers ( he goes hunting with them) I dont even know their names lol. The pointers name is jenny. I had a few fish throughout my life but..... they never survived past like 3 months.

I have a pet monkey but my mother claims it is my brother. I keep telling her "Mom, I'm sorry - animals and humans aren't always equals". But nooooo, she insists.

Hey that's the case with me sometimes, but as they more resemble humans than anything else I am inclined to pester them like any brother would.

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Originally Posted by King Dylan

I have a pet monkey but my mother claims it is my brother. I keep telling her "Mom, I'm sorry - animals and humans aren't always equals". But nooooo, she insists.

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HAHAHHAHHa thats cute, i also have the same problem, i should have mentioned our gorrilla :p


haha that reminds me of my cousins when they were little, the older one would convince the younger one that he was adopted... he believed it too! ahh sibling luv

No, by all means I try to communicate. It just scrathes it's butt and keeps eating the food in the fridge.

I had the best cat ever! Her name was Panther, she was my mom.

She lived 16 long years from my age 8 to 24. Basically, the entirety of my formative years. If I was ever angry, she came and rubbed against me until I picked her up. It calmed me down. When I was happy, she was ready to be playful. When I was outside near home, she watched over me from the window. She kept me company while I did my homework. When I was upset and lay on my bed crying, she would literally lick the tears from face.

I miss her.

My family once had a cat like that. She's gone as well.

Those creatures can be the best of things sometimes.

You know...now talking about pets....

You think Mistress Kitti would have cats..?

Not chance......... Wait.............. Lemme think....... hmmmmmm YES!
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