These are the furry members of the family. Our home comes with the guarantee that you will leave with cat or dog hair showing.
In the center is Skitter Kitten. The only person in the family she likes is youngest son. He got her last year for his birthday (our old cat, Angel, had died the month before and our old sheltie, Angus, had died the week before). We took Scooby with us to the shelter to get the sheltie seal of approval. Skitter Kitten nuzzled the dog. We should have noticed that she didn't nuzzle us.
Going clockwise, at 12 o'clock is Scooby. She is 8 and was from a sheltie rescue group. We have had her 4 years and she has almost recovered from the trauma of her previous family. She is a great guard dog.
At 3 o'clock is Mr.Whiskers, our 8 year old tabby. He had 7 families before us--really. I think his problem is that he is too smart. He gets into everything. We had to install child-proof locks on the cupboards to keep him out of things. Now that he has toys and a playmate, he doesn't make confetti from the toilet paper and paper towels.
Our newest member of the family is Baby. He was rescued from a puppy-mill in the spring. I won't rant about puppy or kitten mills except for this: please, please make sure your breader is reputable before you get a pet from them. Better yet, get a rescued dog or cat. *stepping off soap box*
So, who are the creatures in your life and how did they find you?