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SusanofO -> RE: Nick Names For Your Pets (Animals) (12/11/2006 12:20:56 AM)
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Good to know. I didn't used to be a cat fan (I wasn't raised with them). But then, I met my friends' cat who thinks it's a dog. Plus, they are sooo graceful, it seems. And I know they can be affectionate.
I grew up with everything except cats, though: Dogs, birds, fish, hamsters, Gerbils and we actually "adopted" a cat from across the street and sort of provided day-care for it (because we wanted to play with it. It didn't like us much, but loved our catfood).
Our hamsters were interesting. We had three, and since I grew up in a semi-renovated older house that was originally built in 1910, it had hot air registers on the floor with grillwork that a small, furry animal could accidentally slip through.
One night, Pierre (one of the hamsters) escaped from his cage, along with Tiger, and plummetted to his demise via the grillwork in the hot air register (but we didn't know it for a few days - until we smelled them. It was horrible). We were such idiots. I've always felt so guilty about that, even though I was only twelve years old. How stupid! That cage belonged on top of a table, somewhere - not on the floor. But - the floor was actually my dad's idea, not mine.
We had a Mynah bird named Alfie, who used to spit fruit cocktail and raw hamburger (it's diet) at the wall. My mother absolutely hated that bird. We'd been trying to teach Alfie to speak for months.
My dad finally decided to adopt Alfie out, because he drove my mother crazy (she was a neat freak). The day he was being carted out the door to his next home, he finally said: "Hello....Hello"...And my dad looked at Alfie, and said: "Too late, pal. Sorry."
- Susan
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