We left with an 80 lb terrier mix. LOL We had rescued Marla from the shelter; she had been dropped off there as a puppy and spent 5 years of her life in a 6x6 concrete kennel. December 2005 was her 3rd year with us and she is a quirky dog. She is paranoid and has a foot phobia. After we brought her home she was so very timid. She didn't bark at all; I had been worried about her. One evening the doorbell rang and she barked; my jaw dropped I think I gave her a treat for barking before I answered it.
In January 2003 my cat Sammy died. I didn't get another cat for about 6 months. I had to get Marla dog food over a weekend that James was out of town and Alex and I made a trip to Petsmart. Well at the time a local shelter was there with pets that needed a home. Alex and I looked and we had found a cat that we liked but it wasn't the one for us because it needed to like in the country with little to no traffic.
So the lady asked what kind of cat we wanted, Alex said a lap cat so that he can sit on Mom's lap when I'm at school. The lady smiled and pointed out 2 kittens one was pure black and the other was an orange and black one. Well the black one was friendlier and the lady asked me what I planned on doing with the kitten. I was kind of irritated with her line of questioning until she explained that people harm black cats because of their superstitions; and she just wanted to make sure he was going to a home that would care for him.
As luck would have it after a conversation with James he said you can get him, but I had to wait an extra week because he had a cold. A week later I had my new cat, Holmes. *giggles* we spent close to $300.00 on him. I had given my sister all of Sammy's things so I started fresh this time around. So Holmes came home with us in June 2003. He has been a wonderful lap cat. LOL He has a God complex and a foot fetish.
December 2005 we ended up getting another cat. Her name is Tiffany and belonged to a family friend who could no longer keep her because of the increase of travel with her new job. For the 1st week we had her she hid behind my dresser, she was a vampire cat only coming out at night when all the lights were off and everyone in bed. The 2nd week she stayed under the bed with quick forays to the food and water bowls but if she heard someone moving around she would shoot back under the bed. Tiffany is adjusting to our family, our home and the new environment.
*giggles* Last Friday before I went to bed I saw the food bowl was only half full and I figured they wouldn't go through it before morning. Boy was I wrong; Tiffany pushed the bowl off the table because there wasn't enough food in it. LOL She has gotten more comfortable with us; enough to show us that she has an anger management problem and a shoe fetish. She takes my shoes out of the closet. I find my slippers under the bed.
So we have 3 very different pets, Marla the 75 lb submissive dog, Holmes the 11 lb dominant cat (that beats up on poor Marla.) and Tiffany the 15 lb switch who beats up on both of the others.
