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ladies and gents...and everyone stuck inbetween...i introduce to you.....*drumroll* MY PETZ!
here's the lo-down!!
1) Ms. Cotton: My Dad's cat. She's 4 and she's a calico manx (this means she was born without a tail because of her breed...from the Isle of Mann, Ireland). She is soft and loves to roll on her back and chase mice.
2) Inspector Gadget: My kitty, the old man of the house. He is 10 and he is a domestic shorthaired silver tiger. Yes, he has a tail. He used to weigh a lot more, but lost weight when we got a puppy a few years back. He loves to be elusive and the lounge in the sunbeams...oh, and KFC chicken.
3)Butters Stotch (aka Buddy): Shawna's cat. He's 3 and a white and gray splotched manx. He is technically manx, but was born with half of a tail. His hobbies are drooling, purring and sleeping. He's the biggest of the cats and the most cuddly of the males.
4)Prince Legolas Greenleaf (aka Lego, Legs, Leggy, Lardass): My mom's dog...he was supposed to be mine. He is a 5 year old beagle and poodle mix. His hobbies are going fishing with mom and dad, begging for table scraps, and playing cat shepherd.
5)Emmett: The only of my 2 male mice that will hold still for a picture. He's about 5 months old, son of Algernon (R.I.P) and Rupert (she's the mommmy...named for Rupert Grint before I knew she was a lady mouse). He's the biggest of the mice and likes to eat and snuggle with his brother Edward.
6)Isabella: Emmett's sister and littermate. She lives in the cage with her shy little sister, Alice and mother, Rupert. She's my favorite, and the only brown mouse in our home.
7)Peregrin Took (aka Pippin, PP, Pippers): Mom's cat. He's 3, a white and orange tabby manx. He has no tail at all and is crippled in his back legs (from birth). He hops like a rabbit. Pippin can say "no" and "Mom" (most cats can, lol). His hobbies are lounging/falling off of the back of our couch and meowing loudly and most annoying in the middle of the night.
8)Rupert Grint (aka Poopert, Mama Mousie): Mother of Emmett, Edward, Alice and Isabella. She was my 21st birthday gift from Shawna. Her hobbies are pooping whenever she's being held and sleeping.
9)Ronald Weasley (aka La Wheeze, Weezy, Weasel): He's the baby of the boy cats, only 1 1/2 years old. He is a white and orange tabby...half manx on his mother's side. His hobbies are being annoying, meowing to go out, meowing to come in, and exploring.
10)Pantz (aka Motor Pantz, Fuzzy Pantz, Baby Kitty): She's only 9 weeks old, the youngest of our pets and the by far, the most ornery. Pantz's hobbies are being hyper, playing with anything (even stationery objects), cuddling, short naps and being rotten.
hopefully i can post more pics at a later time, but that's all for now!
kage jonas
I was going to call it pinky and the brain, but you had to see these two mice in the goat barn this morning while I was milking.
I don't think Slinky (the smart and brave one) knew anything about people. I was sitting on the stool, milking Nanny, and watching as this adult mouse was snacking on little round goat pellets (yes, the pre-digested sort) and hopping around in the goat bedding. He was quite determined to explore, and though Nanny's restless hoofs made noises that sent him scurrying back to the corner, still he did not hide. He stood in the corner and watched for a minute and then came out to run around and find more delicacies a la goat-digestion-by-products.
Then I saw Bairn (no, it's not a typo, because this was a tiny little mouse, probably just a couple of months old - a baby, a child mouse). Bairn kept hiding and peeking, occasionally jumping out to see if there were any treats near her corner. But she stood and shook with the cold, and never could get up the boldness to stroll out and dive into the smorgasbord. It was clear that she was a normal mouse, and would wait until any threat had passed before she joined the feast.
Even when I finished milking, and began cleaning out the stall, Slinky stood in the corner watching. It was when I started tossing fresh straw in the bed area that he leaped and hopped out of the way and headed toward Bairn's corner.
I finished putting down the bedding, finished my barn chores, and left. I'm quite sure that Slinky and the Bairn were out and about less than a minute after I was gone.
It was a nice warm fall day yesterday. The trees were swaying and dropping their leaves. The massive flock of black birds and crows desended into my woods to chitter with us all day. I had clothes blowing on the line while I was picking up and dusting my living room. All was going well until that fatefull moment!
I started the vaccum up to finish off the vaccuming in the living room and I saw somethign small and dark dart into the hall way. At first I thought, it was one of the two new black kittens, so I shut off the vaccum and poked my head around the pocket door to the hallway. It was no kitten! It was a fat pudgy lil field mouse! It had run past the stairway door and was sitting on the bottom step, looking at me as if to say: "YOU dared to disturb my slumber you bint!" Don't ask me why the lil rodent had an English accent it just did! I screamed a lil and started yelling for the kids to bring a cat! And fast! I have six of them one of them should be able to get this lil dieses carrier out of my home!
DeLaney came bounding down the stairs and chased the four legged lil cretion my way! I hate snakes but can at least tolerate them and will jump a mile and run the other way on them. As long as they stay away from my house snakes can live a long life. But rodents, rodents must die a painful death! I don't know if is because I have read way too much on the Plague or what but I will jump and scream like a girl if a mouse comes my way.
And sure enough, with DeLaney bounding down those stairs like a newborn filly with no balance, she chased that mouse right back at me! I did a lil hope skip and a big squeal as I jumped up on to one of my couches! The whole while 3 out of 6 cats sitting in the living room and my mousing dog laying on the other couch just looking at me! I came down off the couch once I made sure the lil rodent was safely behind the couch the dog was laying on and immeditally called my hubby to ask him when he will be getting home and why the hell do I have a MOUSE in MY HOUSE! By Fand, I have six cats who all mouse and a dog that mouses!
Randy belly laughed at me over the phone and had the nerve to say: "I can't believe this, you will take a shovel to a snake's head, you will field dress a deer, and you love to handle any type of animal there is including snakes if it is in a safe enviroment but you can't handle a mouse! Darling, we live in the country, we are surrounded by fields and pastures, they harvested, the mice are going to try to get into the house now! Either your cats step to the plate or put some traps and poision out.
Fine! After getting off the phone with my hubby who has no sympothy for me dealing with an enemy in my HOME! I decieded that I was going to war! I already went to war on the dayum bugs and won! I geared up. I ran up stairs and put jeans and socks on and then ran backdownstairs to my kitchen sink. I needed posion and traps! Alas my supplies were none existant! It was time to gear up fully! I loaded the kids up in our tank (the truck), and we ran into town. Where I promptly bought out all the enclosed reusable snap traps and two boxes of posion. This mouse was going down!
DeLaney and Coltin the whole time were laughing at me for squealing and jumping on the couch until I put their little butts to work, baiting the traps with peanut butter! While they were busy baiting the 6 enclosed mouse traps, I opened one of the multipacks of poisoin and started down to the basement. I bet that is where that lil english accented rodent came in at! The basement! I slowly but surely go down the slow rotting steps and lay out all 4 boxes of the posioin in key positions. Then I came back upstairs and grabbed the snap traps and put 3 of the traps in the living room, one in the dinning room, and two in the kitchen. I put the rest of the posion, another 4 boxes, under neith the kitchen and bathroom sinks, in one of the bathroom cupboards that I keep the cleaning supplies in and one out on the mudporch in a cubby whole that I didn't get around to putting steal wool in but thankfully is to small evne for the baby kitties!
I walked back into the living room and wouldn't you know it that lil fat rodent was sitting in the middle of the living room watching tv! I swear! I pick up the nearest cat and throw it at the mouse! And it chittered at me in that dayum English accent of it. This time I swear it said: "Catch me if you can!" Let me tell you then the battle was on big time!
Well the enemy didn't make another apperance till last night. I heard a snapping sound while I was working on Winter Solistice gifts and by the Goddess Fand, I had the lil sucker in one of the snap traps! I won! So I thought! I was going to leave the lil english talking mouse in the trap till tomorrow because my luck ran the course were it didn't snap the neck! But I figure I leave it there and torture it to death then I could rid myself of the mouse today!
My kittens are working for the dayum mouse I think! I named the kittens Brother's Grimm. The five toed kitten is Brother's and the six toed kitten is Grimm. Grimm decieded to go play with the mouse in the trap! That mouse is not stupid! With the help of Grimm, he got away! I lost the battle! I think! I refuse to go behind the tv to see if there is a dead mouse there so I am waiting for my mom to get back from the doctor's appointment with my dad to check for me! If Grimm did help the lil english talking rodent free himself, he will be put up on charges of treason and helping the enemy! Not sure what I will do with the lil bugger caues he is a cute lil kitten! But he will be punished in some way! I swear it if that mouse is free!
I reset the bait trap and put it in another location by the tv and speakers. I will win this war! There will be no rodents in MY HOUSE!
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