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Not to be a dick, but I'm not sure what that means?I guess I still her, tho. Meh.
You need to call that gunner, Rhea!My Gunner pup.View attachment 202
Not to be a dick, but I'm not sure what that means?
He looks delicious
Not as delicious
nice hamster.
True story: went to the pet store on Friday to get some junk for her and finally found a harness that fit her!nice hamster.
i had a 14 lb mini schnauzer (for the wife at the time). i walked that fucker with boots and a sweater on it.True story: went to the pet store on Friday to get some junk for her and finally found a harness that fit her!
It's for bunnies/ferrets/hamsters.
True story: went to the pet store on Friday to get some junk for her and finally found a harness that fit her!
It's for bunnies/ferrets/hamsters.
Our calico was, just now, sitting outside the backdoor wailing & crying to be let in. You'd think someone was fucking murdering her.
Me: *Opens door*
Little asshole: *Sits there, staring at me & occasionally rubbing up against shit*
Me: *Begins closing door*
Little asshole: *Returns to sit in front of the door.*
Me: *Re-opens door*
Little asshole: *Continues sitting there & staring at me*
I eventually just picked her up & brought her in.
my brother and his wife have a calico named Sheesha, she's actually almost 13 herself (12), and she's the dainty-est cat i've ever met. most folks she doesn't care to be around, but she adores me for some reason, and i always make sure to give her some treats whenever i'm over at their place. she absolutely hates their other cats, won't let them anywhere near her lol. beautiful cat, though.Even for cats, calicos (torties, too) can be infamous li'l shits.
My first cat was a calico, and I've had calicos/torties all my life.
Each one of them, in their own way, has been just such a piece of work.
My last one could be the sweetest thing in the world, but she also had a very specific set of rules, and if you broke her rules, you bled. If you even looked like you were going to touch her stomach, or her back paws, she's take a swipe ... claws fully extended. Gawd help anyone other than me who tried to pick her up, and even with me she'd only tolerate it if I was standing at a window where she could look out.
My current one is the sweetest cat I've ever known, trusts me implicitly, had never taken a swipe at me, and has only ever hissed at me once in her whole life (she's almost 13), and I deserved it. However, she won't let anyone else anywhere near her. She won't even let anyone else see her. She hears the front gate open ... she's gone, not to emerge until the offending party has left. Within a minute or two after said offending party has left, out she strolls like everything is juuuuust fine.
She is simultaneously a heinous beast and my angel.