“Suna” for short. A sweet little 4-6 week old (at the time) Tonkinese kitten that showed up INSIDE our house one day. (Initially we thought she was Siamese mix - but she has since been re-identified)
I eventually figured out how she managed to Burgle her way in, hence the name.
Suna liked Tiger right away - would NOT leave him be. Tiger initially responded with “AAAAARGH!! GETITOFF!GETITOFF!GETITOFF!!!”
This evolved-into him holding her down with one paw, yawning, looking about in boredom, all the while she struggled and kitteh-cursed at him from under the aforementioned paw.
THAT evolved into an Agape Love the likes of which few have ever seen, let alone experienced.
The picture illustrates his size fairly well - she’s a typical ~10lb adult cat.
Kuraima (Japanese for Climber, his favorite thing to do) is our newest family member to show up on our doorstep. What a set of lungs this kitten has! Drowned out the movie we were watching.
Noir started visiting the yard one day and decided to stick around as the outdoor guard cat. Does not play well with Tiger and Suna, but tolerates Kuraima most of the time when he comes out to play. (aka gets kicked out of the house for awhile to give everyone else a moment of peace!)
This is my over-qualified mouser. I grew up with Brittanys, so when I was in a position to look for a dog of my own after my last one passed, I had to have an orange male. Fortunately, I found Leroy Jethro Gibbs (yes, I registered him under than name) around Houston and he’s been running ruts along my fence ever since. I had every intention of training him and taking him south to hunt bobwhites, but never did make the time. Now he just chases neighborhood bunnies.
My wife decided that when she was feeling like death while pregnant with our first kid that the best solution was a puppy. So she got a runt mini aussie and he is the biggest asshole I’ve ever met. But not to me, so I don’t mind. When she brought him home, he made wookie noises so she named him Chewbacca, of course.
All pets welcome, would love to seem some exotic stuff. I had a Tarantula for about 14 years. Not sure how long previous owner had it but seemed like for awhile. Her name was Harry. Mainly ate crickets and occasional mice. Was pretty cool
THIS IS NOT A PICTURE OF MINE -
took one last night & have to spend 15 minutes transferring it to the computer.
Thought I was getting a Silkie, instead got 2 White Mille Fleur hens.
Then one of them had 2 more, 1 male 1 female, those are the pics I’ll upload.
I mention them because of their ATTITUDE.
Spunkier than FVCK. Totally fearless. The complete opposite of “chicken”.
Like Bruce Lee re-incarnated as a bird, then forced to wear Liberace feather styles.
The white Mille Fleur hen was an Alpha bird from day 1, even though she weighed about 1 1/2 pounds and was dealing with normal chickens weighing 6+ pounds.
The 1 male bird that I have is Black with super shiny feathers, and red splashes of color.
This young lady I Discovered when I was working on the safety-disconnect of an A/C condenser unit at work, a couple years ago.
I was in shorts, the power was live (so I was concentrating on THAT), and I kept feeling something sort of tickling my leg. When I finally had opportunity to look down, there she was - investigating this strange, fleshy “tree” that was blocking the entrance to her home, with her forelegs (the pipe - a condensation-overflow drain).
I just avoided her, fixed what I was there to fix, and let her be.
