bloodfiredeath said:
Not at all actually, I was just making a joke. If I had the house space and a yard, I'd probably be about the same if not worse. Three are too many though for the size of my house.
Trust me, If I let her, my fiance would get more animals. Her mother and step dad have 7 dogs and about 4 or 5 cats. Some live inside, some outside.
I had to put a stop to our animal hoarding. My rule now is no more animals until 3 of them die. I probably won't stick to it, but it was used as kind of a starting point so she wouldn't beg for an animal every time we see one.
Plus, we plan on having kids in 3 years tops, and I don't want countless animals running around. I'm worried enough about our rottweiler/pit-bull mix attacking someone. I sure as hell don't want it to be my kid.
My limit was always going to be two, but Smokey is old (19 next month) and I took him in about a year and a half ago from someone who was neglecting him to a point of abuse.
I love old cats. All they want to do is sit and be loved. My first cat, Daisy, the black cat, lived to be 20.
That's awesome. Good work. There's a friendly stray by my work that I feed and others have made a bed for him. I have such a soft spot for animals, particularly cats and dogs.
Two of our cats are ex-strays. THe one that lives outside, Morty, was a stray at our old apartment complex. We fed him and gave him a bed there. When we moved to The Woodlands, we decided to take him with us, because it's much safer and he has countless trees to climb and huge fields and yards.
The newest addtion to the family, Cheezer von Fuzzington (Cheeze for short), was found on Thanksgiving Day while in Huntsville. We were outside, and he just came running up to us, and my fiance talked me into taking him home. He was 5-7 weeks when we found him. A few days later, a young boy went to my fiance's parents house and asked if they had seen his orange kitten, and apparently he was crying big time. They said no. Apparently, the family had gone out of town and left the kitten outside. When we found Cheese, we could feel all of his bones. I wasn't going to give the kitten back to the kid. Sorry, I have a very guilty conscience and that would have bothered me for a long time. But even though it took CHeese a while to understand where to take a shit and piss, we love him. And Cheese loves jumping on the back of our other male cat, Jay Roy Fats.
Metal, beer, and animals rule!
