If there's one thing I truly love, it's animals. A good pet is one that makes you laugh, think, and love him or her right back. I love dogs, especially German Shephards but I haven't had a place suitable to keep one or any other dog for that matter. Up to now I've always had cats, and my various feline roommates have made me a definite cat person.
Midnight was my first. Long hair, solid black. Very playful. She decided to leave home to live with a little old lady down the street.
Amazon was my second cat. Part bobcat, maybe 1/4 at most. Gray tabby with almost no tail at all. I had her for 3 years and she gave me two litters of kittens, each with two bobtails. I watched her give birth to the first litter. Amazon and Midnight were "partners in crime" before Midnight moved out. Usually Amazon was the sneaky little instigator of whatever mischief I caught them in.
Shadow was my third cat. One day at work, I kept hearing this weird noise behind the shop. Kind of a growly moan. I finally found the source in a little kitten hiding under our storage building. Took her home and raised the sweetest cat you'd ever want to meet.
Bear was my last cat. He was Amazon's son. Solid black, long haired, and with a small nub of a tail. When he was a kitten he constantly stood on his back paws and looked like a little bear hence the name. He was in Amazon's first litter. When she had her second litter, he took it upon himself to guard the kittens. When she disappeared, I had only Bear and Shadow to keep me company. Bear liked to lay beside me on his back, paws up in the air. Shadow liked to lay on my stomach. Both wanted to be petted, but didn't want the other one there.
Eventually, Shadow just disappeared. I think she was too stressed out when I moved twice in one year so she just left right after the second move. Bear [allegedly] died in my neighbor's yard one day and the neighbor buried him for me. I kind of think there's more to that, since my neighbor was a little freaked out by a black cat with no tail.
Now I don't have any more cats. And I can't have any for a long time. I've got a pearl cockatiel. Her cage door is always open, so she can get out if she wants to. (her wings are clipped) Right now, she's sitting on my shoulder preening my hair and nibbling at my whiskers. I do wish you could litter-box-train birds like you can cats, though.
Mike.