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my schizophrenic kitty took off back in April, and we thought the coyotes got her. six months later, i saw her hanging out across the street on this guy's porch. but she wouldn't come home. now she is back, but is sooo messed up. she does not like , or is afraid of my boyfriend. she has been staying in the towel cabinet in the bathrroom and only comes out to eat. anybody have advice on how to have a calm, cuddly cat???? maybe she needs some Elavil or something nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile

Hear you loud and Clear heathaafeathaa. Horny Lil' Birds- That's funny.A few yrs ago a good friend asked us if we wanted to adopt her pet mouse Lucky. To the distate of many friends & family members we said alrighty then. After a week or so the kids said that Old Lucky was feeling Old Lonely. We hop in the car and visit our local pet store to pick up Max. We had been assured Lucky and Max were of the Male persuasion. I'm sure you can already see where this is headed. A couple of weeks go by and we now have 5 hairless wonders. By the way mice apparantly turn to Cannabilism, so the 4 remaining babies get their own cage. Now friends, we were doing OK until a some of those little bastards houdinied (sp?) out of there cage and into my bedroom. I guess we were all feeling horny, bc our 3rd addition was due at any time and I was not sharing my space with the mice. The live traps did not work- I think bc they loved my husbands bedside drawer where he kept his own stash of Candy and nuts. So, here's my FAT ASS trying to catch these escapees by hand. It really was a trip bc I'd be laying in bed and see one streak by. White Lightening! Finally I managed to get the last one and we all hopped in the car and headed back up to the pet store. Good Luck "Lucky" and Good F**kin riddance!

i got some peach faced love birds,you cant tell the sex of a bird unless you have a dna or sexing test done.im poor.wouldnt do it anyway.so the'MALE'poncho was his/her ha ha name had eggs.so their goes that one.anyways he passed on.and chacha which i thaught might be the imfamose male...well digdong i was wrong she had eggs.now heres the dilima got another so chacha wouldnt be lonley and long and behold another clutch.in the mean time this babyis one horny lil'bird.so we'll see the out come.in a few more weeks if their fertile.so tell your hubby that story,you guys arent alone!!!hee hee. peace heathaafeathaa

Buddy is our old Akita Chow mix who's having some trouble with arthritis. He's ten and has seperation anxitey. Last yr. the upright members of the family went out for dinner and upon our return home Buddy was sitting on the front porch. He'd busted out of the window, just to sit and wait. He's very sweet, but he really smells!Maurice is a beagle and he's a few months old. So cute and getting fatter everyday. Buddy did not know what to think of him at first, but now we call them the Furry Freak Brothers bc they are great friends! I believe Maurice has put some pep in Buddy's step:-) Benny is our cat. Part siamese. Cassidy chose him when he was very young and named him Jennifer bc we thought he was a girl. Later on to our surprise ... So, my husband and I started calling him Fag Benny (no orientation slurs meant to offend, I am the non judging type, unless it has to do with The Dead) Quite a large fish group as well. Those bottom feeders get pretty scary looking. We had "pet mice" for a while, but that did not work out too well!

I Have my shadow Stella a weimeraner person I swear this dog knows me bertter than any human does...shes truely my best friend. She loves my cooking shes quite the critic with very vast tastes....instead of Stella blue shes Stella POO. I have a pretty white cat sissy poo the sissy part was what was on the cage at the pound and the poo just kinda resonated from the dog....Next there is my mouse Sweetie (because he is) He was more of a drunken purchase but hundreds of dollars later on tubing and cage hes quite the traveler. Finally I have Jack,he's a betta fish...he got the name because I found him on a walk with stella...he was abandoned on the sidewalk no lie! He was inside a Jack Daniels bottle hence the name. He currently resides in a pirates of the carribean tank next to davy jones. Hes the only one that Stella is jealous of its funny I go to clean the tank and she barges in between like "Don't you love me more?" They all co-exist in harmony except for the occasional beating the cat gives the dog/ ~Free your mind and your ass will follow~

i have two peach-faced love birds.on is classified,as Europe import.the other is a masked lovebird,which i call him peaches on of his fav foods.he is tame loves attention takes naps on neck area probably the heat.and chacha well shes nesting shes the mumma bird right now this is her seconed clutch.i had another love bird who passed he flew into the ceiling fan that was not taking into cosideration when they opened the cage.poncho.she was a hell raiser.but chacha likes to play birdie soccer w/these balls i have and peaches will hang out on my shoulder all day if i let him.their charectors.chacha is also known as my great escape artist.they require alot of time and attention,which im in position to do at this time.injured from work.thats another song and dance.i love them.and they have their own personalities.even down to the things i feed them one will like one fruit the other wont,so on...

My parents bought an akita puppy a little whhile before i was born and named him Kuma (japanese for bear). Kuma became very much like an older brother too be while i was little and protected me and my mom from all possible harm. he was very gentle with me and very zen like. one day unfortunately my younger brother decided that pulling kuma's tail was a fun game. Kuma put up with it, for a few days. then, he finally snapped and gave my bro a small scratch. The next day my dad gave Kuma away despite much crying from everyone even my little bro. I recently learned that Kuma died last year at the ripe old age of 15.

As I said in the previous post (and in another post, in another thread), I have two Yorkies, in addition to my other children. They are not "dogs" so I'm ambivalent about even posting this info here in this thread. Their paws rarely touch ground because they are usually being held like babies and they are somewhat spoiled. They are twin brother and sister from a litter of my dad's brood. Let's just say they have trained me well, a fact I am not proud of but one I relish when I return home each day. "All energy flows according to the whims of the Great Magnet. What a fool I was to defy him."

Alisandra,I think I would like your Tesla Coil. I have two Yorkies, and the female loves to play fetch. BTW, I changed my avatar yesterday after feeling an urge to do so and before reading this post. In fact, I rarely visit this thread, for some reason but had another urge to do so today. The mechanics of magnetism are truly wonderful and remarkable. That was a Tootsie "POP" commercial, btw (but I knew what you meant). Tootsie ROLLS are what my dogs leave me for a "treat" when I don't get home from work on time. "All energy flows according to the whims of the Great Magnet. What a fool I was to defy him."

A Wire Fox Terrier. I got the name from the Tesla Coil because I knew she was going to be one energetic dog. We say she doesn't sleep, she "recharges." :) She was very energetic as a puppy but has settled down somewhat in middle age (6 years old). She loves to "play ball" (fetch), and once I tried the old Tootsie Roll commercial, if anyone remembers: "how many throws does it take to tire out Tessie?" I stopped after 110. :) She sniffs a treat first to see if it's palatable, then takes it gingerly from your hand. If there's any dirty laundry around, it becomes her new bed. She "stalks" a rabbit like a cat before she runs after it (must be part cat!). It is so funny: like the rabbit won't see her if she sneaks up on it. She is an absolute joy. We laugh at her antics almost every day.