My first kitty, her name is Phoebe. She doesn't get out much, but shes super cuddly when she does come and see you. I adopted her from the Humane Society a while back. It was a very random visit, and a last minute decision. But the choice was made by me and my mother because she was almost seven years old we figured no one would want her due to the fact that she was and older cat and everyone wants kittens, and she'd be put down soon. We think she was abused before she went to the shelter because of how timid she is and how she is so fearful of everything.
This is the only picture I have of her...
Like I said, she doesn't get out often.
My second kitty is Jasper Jax Jaximillion Jackson Charlie Humphry Dunken, but we call him Jax for short. His story goes something like this, I had a neighbor that didn't care about her cat and let it run lose, well, it got preggo and had kitties. Needless to say, I fell in love with all of them and begged my mother to let me have one. I promised to feed it every day, and bathe it when it needed to be (No, I don't feed him, but I do give him baths). I let her pick out the kitten, she picked out the runt of the litter, the little fuzz ball who had stiff hair and felt gross (He grew out of that gross hair, thankfully). He was my momma's kitten and always has been, even though I had to BEG my mother to get one...Stupid cat. He's turned into an extremely angry cat and we don't really get along, but I still love him!
My puppy - Isabella Moo. We call her Moo though. This is only my third dog I've ever had; I've always only had cats. I decided it was time to get a dog and started looking around for a good dog. I could tell my mother was latching onto the idea as well. We went to the Humane Society and found a great dog, but we weren't sure he was the one for us. We thought it over and the next day we knew we wanted him, so I called up and they said he'd already been adopted. I was upset, but it was obvious that he wasn't the one for us. So, I looked in the newspaper and found and ad for the same kind of dog, called the guy up and told him we'd be there that night. We met up and saw the dog, but we didn't feel a good connection, but, right before we left, we saw these cute little black and brown dogs. My mom pointed to one and said, "Thats the one, thats our dog." She was gorgeous, we both fell in love and knew she was the one we needed. She had a little curly tail, like a pig, and grunted when you picked her up (it was so adorable). Mom wanted to name her Pig, but I thought it was stupid, so I thought back and remembered that I had learned that, "Moo" meant "pig" in Thailand. Hence the name Moo. We took her home that night and its been more than perfect. I couldn't ask for a better dog.
And lastly is my fishie, Faraday Alejandro! Theres really not much to say about him, he's a fish. He swims around all day. He's got a good personality though. If you go up to his tank and shove your face against it, he comes up to you and flares up at you. He knows when its feeding time too. He'll be in a deep, deep sleep, and you'll just have to go, "Faraday Alejandro!" And he snaps up and is ready to eat! He sleeps a lot though, and often makes me think hes dead. He likes to sleep in his tree and kinda just floats there.
Well, now you've met all my babies! Thanks for reading!
-Emily.
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