We've had some characters...
Gadoo ("cat" in Armenian) was with us for 20+ years...from college through law school to "teaching" two of our three girls how to treat animals. Used to use my Black's as a scratching post. Lost a leg to a fight with two young Dobermans...they lost the fight. Big black Persian/Siamese with the face and bulk of the Persian and the broken tail, short hair and disposition of the Siamese...and one of those rare cats that survived feline leukemia.
Bam-Bam and Pebbles...two ferocious Manxes that hunted in pairs. We lost both of them last year after 19 years.
Princess Fat B!tch the Magnificent...a big fluffy calico that jumps from the second floor balconey to the couch below in the great room. She really hates it when she misses.
Mel...a famous Gashole cat having worn Amy's Panties. Stays with me in my home office.
Chase...current defender of the relm. Fights anything that comes into our property, and has some ongoing battles with a large racoon and a small fox down by the creek. Big vet bills over the years.
Many others over the years.
...and the dogs. Currently two labs who rule the pool but know their place when the cats are around. Even have a couple of rats that daughter #3 brought home from college...smart little basturds them. Buddy, the big black lab, loves to play rat soccer when we put one of them in a plastic hamster ball.
Not many humans I choose over my pets.
