You can learn a lot about a person from their pets.
I have two cats (my girlfriend has three AND a dog, giving us 6 animals total).
They say pets take after their owners, so I thought I would give you all a chance to know me better by detailing my cats some.
So, here's the breakdown -
Atticus is a cocky cat that is just BIG. He's about 18 - 20 inches long from head to back hind legs and about 14 inches from the ground to the middle of his back. Add 23 pounds and you get an idea. He's a little heavy for his size, and it suites him. He can still jump 4 feet high counters with ease, so he is in shape. When the mood strikes him, he's a lover... but also a troublemaker when he wants to as well. He's smart; he learned how to open the latch on a screen door at a very young age. He's social able - he greets me at the door when I come home. He can be stubborn, but usually doesn't hold a grudge. Finally, he loves to explore and get out of the house. He isn't a threat to bolt never to be seen again, but he likes the idea of freedom.
Theodore is an average size cat. He's loveable to a fault sometimes, but also fairly well trained and intelligent. He loves to lick you! In fact, I have him trained. He sleeps with us and he knows that it's not allowed to come over and start licking my face until I begin rubbing my eyes. He always likes to be around people, more so than cats. There are times I think he has an identity crisis - he might think he is a dog. He's pack oriented, loves to lick, isn't fond of catnip, and will whine at the door if you don't let him in. Still, he's loyal and affectionate. He wears his feelings on his sleeve, is VERY social able, and doesn't mind cuddling.
That's me... well except I don't think I am a dog. It's funny, while Atticus can be more stubborn and prefers attention on his own time on occasion; it's those aspects that I think give him more of a personality than Theodore. Theo will take attention anyway he can get it and, I must confess, I am that way sometimes too. I am stubborn - ask my father. It took me WAY too long to learn to ride a bike for some reason. He'd take me to vast empty parking lots on the weekend, just so I wouldn't crash into anything. I had more scrapes learning to ride a bike than I have ever had since. As to the other traits, feel free to infer them onto to me as you see fit. I will say that I learned to unlatch a screen door a little faster than Atticus did, but probably not by much. ;)
posted by Landon @ 8:44 PM
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I seriously hope that you can't judge me by my pets. I have four, two cats, two dogs. All rescue pets.
Rugby, my eldest is a 7 1/2 lb. calico with the sweetest pink nose. She is timid but loyal. Declawed, but a mighty hunter who leaves presents on my doorstep. "Gosh, just what I always wanted, a dead bird." If you've read my blog, you know I HATE BIRDS.
Hazey is my 13lb gray crack head. Half of the time she's scared of her own shadow, the other half you can't get her to leave you alone.
Tinsley, the Beagle, is smart but very disobedient. She is a text book Alpha Male. Tinsely does not share food and feels the need to stand on any new person who enters my house. She is the cuddeler and is always curled up behind my legs with her head on my knee when we watch tv. Her ears float out to the side when she swims.
Sierra Nevadapaleale is my 70 lb. mutt who looks like an amber lab but with a curled tail. She is very intellegent and obedient. She learns tricks very quickly but lack common sense. She is often seen running into the wall.
So going by my pets, one might conclude that I have a mulitple personality disorder of some sort.
My cat--which I refuse to acknowledge as MINE since single women with cats are so cliche--drinks out of the toilet. And, I can assure you, I do not drink out of the toilet.
If I was going to drink something that disgusting, it would be needing to give me a buzz.
Ahh, see schimms, Rugby is like you - you think of it as "Gosh, just what I always wanted, a dead bird." You SHOULD be thinking about it as, "Hey Mom! Look what I did for you! I got rid of another bird!"
My girlfriend has three cats, I was going to attempt a comparison of them to her, but feared the repurcussions. You want multiple personality disorder? One her cats hisses, whines, and purrs all while you pet her and she nudges you.
Porkchop -
You don't drink out of the toilet? See, this is why I implemented a vodka filtration system. It keeps me and my cats more mellow.
When I dated the Lawyer, he would leave the toilet seat up. Sierra would go drink out of it and then lick him in the face. And being the good girlfriend that I was, I always had to point out that he had toilet water face.
I don't know what Phoebe says about me. I don't think she's that much like me at all. Well, she's well-fed. Okay, that's a start.
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