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One busted ceiling, one surgery, $2,000, four days of tube feeding and five nights on my bed later: my cat is safe.
One busted ceiling, one surgery, $2,000, four days of tube feeding and five nights on my bed later: my cat is safe.
I heard a sharp cry and opened the door to see a Rottweiler cowering in the corner and my five pound cat standing triumphant.
I woke up cramped in the fetal position on my couch, and turned to see my dog and two cats spread out leisurely on my bed.
My pit bull-rottweiler only eats cat treats and is scared of my eight pound cat.
My hamster has cleverly figured out how to detatch his water bottle and throw it across the room loudly when he's thirsty.
My cat, Scoop, sits in the bathtub for exactly twenty minutes after I have showered, and this morning, she pulled out all the hair that was clogging up the drain using one hooked claw
I hated my mom for selling our house, a little because I grew up there, but mostly because all of my pets were buried there, and the new people wouldn't care.
My dog died tonight and I cried longer and harder than I did when my Grandpa passed.
Every surface of my home is covered in dog hair, and it serves two purposes: it reminds me of how much I enjoy sharing my life with my dogs and it deters my mother from visiting unannounced.
There is a gerbil buried in a backyard somewhere in a purple Pog case shaped like a coffin.
Hedgehog bath time is as stressful as baby bath time.
For weeks after my beloved cat died he hung out in my peripheral vision, a fleeting orange streak in the corner of my eye, as though to assure me he was ok.
That last night, Echo broke out of her cage, climbed into bed with me and waited for me to wake up.
I collapsed into a chair when the vet told me he had cancer, but he put his head in my lap to comfort me, sensing only my sadness.
The only thing harder than giving a kitten a bath is giving two kittens a bath.
I think my dog likes it when I don't have a boyfriend because it means he can sleep on my pillows.
My stalker surprised me by showing up at my dog's funeral wearing a suit and carrying a bouqet of roses.
I felt terrible telling my son that his second mouse "ran away" with the help of the first mouse who had done the same.
It was only after adopting a cat that I realized I was more of a dog lover at heart.
My kittens are in the shower, trying to catch the drops falling from the shower head.
The guinea pig's name was Kaytee until I caught him cleaning his organ one day.
I just couldn't understand why my mother had no reaction when I informed her that her cat's name meant "penis" in another language.
"Why did I want a dog?" I thought to myself as I emptied the pooper scooper.
When I asked the cat to let us know he was ok, my husband gave me the look, but the next morning he admitted that the cat woke him by walking on his pillow.
On Sunday morning when I woke up I didn't have a dog, but by Sunday afternoon I was chasing ducks in the park with Zeus.