Couldn’t believe there wasnt a pet thread yet. Let see em!
What a bad dad I am, didnt even introduce lol
Gurt 9yr Not sure on breed.
Papers say shes a Shepherd mix, Vet thinks some border collie.
Norman 3yr Watched City Slickers when I got him, named him after the calf that was born on the cattle drive 
Love the names
I would show you my pet but I finally got him out of bed and working this morning. It is exhausting for me so now I have to lay down for a well deserved nap. How about check and make sure that he isn’t goofing off for me in a little while. You know how lazy humans are, if it wasn’t for us nothing would get done…
Haven’t had my own pet in over three years. The closest I have is:
My daughter’s nanny (brother’s pitbull that we dog sit somewhat regularly when he goes out of town).
The roguish outside cat my late great aunt started feeding and still lives in her yard 8 months after she died.
Then my hummingbirds, but I haven’t seen any in nearly a week.
Similar markings as my cat
And maybe an hour or two after I posted that Rufous was at his feeder 🪶
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I have a friend with Fiona…I tried to name him Chuck Finley but the wife vetoed it.
That is some camo. I had to do a third take
Ok, you talked me into it.
Tiger:
Cleverly laying in wait for any unsuspecting mice to wander by…
At 16lbs, he’s the size of a small Bobcat. He was a Rescue; I was looking at kittehz in cages at PetSmart - and he just sat there, sizing me up. Other cats were ignoring people, but he watched me closely as I went from cage to cage. Finally made it around to the other side of the table his cage was on - and he approached when I stuck a finger through the bars.
He let me pet and talk to him awhile, then other people came up, so I stood back and observed how he would react. He would look over at them trying to get his attention - then pointedly turn back to me, watching me closely.
So, I went back, petted him some more, then told him “see you around, big guy” and then turned to walk away. I heard a noise like a Duck Quack (seriously - that’s his “voice”, it turned out) and looked back - he’d stuck his left paw through the bars all the way up to his chest, and had it, pads up, spread out - with a “Don’t LEAVE ME BRO!” Look on his big Orange face…
I petted that paw reassuringly, told him “Sorry - we have enough cats” and walked out.
(Of course it weighed on my mind, so I called the next day to see if he was still there, then went and got him)
He’s too damn smart for his own good - knows the “doorknob” concept, but is just not quite able to manipulate them. But he can open any doors or lids or boxes he wants inside, that aren’t latched. He ADORES being brushed, will sit at your feet like a dog, or in your lap like a “normal” cat (which he is NOT).
His colouring has faded a bit, and his nose has freckled up some in his ten years - but when we got him every single bit of him was some shade of Orange - fur, nose, pads of his toes, even his EYES were Orange.
There is only one being in this world he loves more than his humans…
