My girlfriend's cat is catching up with Wilbur, but so far, no contest. I've become a cat person since dating my girlfriend. She's a cat lover through and through. She's a very openminded person, but two things she's not very impartial about are her love of cats and general unappreciation for dogs. The only real pet I've had (I don't count fish as real pets because then I'd have to recall the gruesome deaths of the baby black Mollies we had when I was little that perished in the filter of our fish tank) was a hamster my older brother dubbed "Hoagie." I'm afraid the name was chosen for nothing more than superficial alliteration and the fact that my brother and I were fond of eating hoagies (or submarine sandwiches for you non-nor'easterners not in the know.) Anyway, I was ten and liked my pet hamster and although he wasn't always cared for the best (see earlier section on black Mollies), he got his share of love and freedom around the house in his little hard plastic hamster ball. Unfortunately, one day I came home from school and found Hoagie missing from his cage (actually the fish tank that once housed the unfortunate black Mollies.) My brother promptly told me he was dead at which I replied "ha ha, very funny." In my disbelief, I continued searching for the missing hamster around the house for another 30 minutes. I then asked my brother again where the hamster was and he said "I told you he died. I put him in the trash." Incredulous, I went out back and scrutinized the full garbage can to find a cold, stiff Hoagie unceremoniously wrapped in a plastic shopping bag between assorted other plastic shopping bags filled with dead matter more appropriately dubbed 'trash.' Rather dismayed and not a little spooked, I wrote a proper obituary for Hoagie on my favorite green square note paper and removed the dead hamster to the front yard, where he was buried with I am proud to say just a little more emotion and respect. Since then, my parents have not entrusted me with another pet, and my brother continues to maintain that I poisoned Hoagie by feeding him Kix (Kid tested; Mother approved). I argued Kix was okay because it prominently declares on the box in 'large friendly letters' that the cereal is devoid of artificial colors or flavors. The case is still being reviewed by a higher court.
My favorite pet is my Chihuahua Sammie. She is 2 and a half years old, 5.3 pounds, and colored fawn. She is very smart. She can perform the following commands/ tricks: sit, down, roll over, spin, crawl, stay, play dead, beg, shake. I'd like to teach her more, but I'm running out of ideas for new tricks. I think it would be cool to teach her to show her teeth as in smile on command but I haven't figured out the best way to teach this. Whenver I get another dog I'd like to get an Ibizan Hound. They are one of the oldest breeds of dogs. They are sight hounds from Egypt and many of the qualities I'm looking for in a dog.
Holy crap. Old Wilbur sure is one big fat tub of lard. What does he eat -- Quarer Pounders? My favorite pet was a part cocker-spaniel named Lucille. An all-around good dog. Lived for 14 years.
We had a cat named tiger when I was a kid, but my mom backed over it with the car. His brother was named fighter and he ran away. My favorite pet is a yellow Lab named Chester. Jeff - that is one bloated cat. My buddy has a cat that weighed 25lbs!
The funny thing is that Wilbur really isn't THAT fat. He probably weighs 15 or 16 pounds but the picture is misleading because when he curls up like that, he looks like a freakin' giant. Make no mistake. He is big. But, the picture makes him look even bigger which is just crazy.
I love dogs because, for the most part, they're always there around you whenever you need them (and whenever you don't, too!). However, I'm more of a cat person - more solitary than anything...but being at college means I can have neither in my apartment. When I was younger, my family had a dog named Sara, a cocker spaniel/dauschand mix. She lived until the age of 10 (I was 16 at the time) and then died due to heart trouble. I'm just sad I couldn't appreciate her more due to being so young. My family "dog-sits" a friend's dog from time to time named Abby; all she wants to do is play, which is fine by me because I need the exercise. We also had a cat named Fluffy, who died young of feline AIDS. I loved that cat more than anyone, not wanting to let him go. One Christmas day, after being sick for awhile, he just went off on his own and died alone. My parents are getting a new dog, named TBD, here in a couple of weeks once it's old enough to leave it's parents. It's a small little thing, that's for sure....maybe the size of one of Wilbur's legs!
why not... now that people are posting pictures... <img src="http://ccwf.cc.utexas.edu/~jhurley/catface.jpg"> one spoiled kitty
