My mum's 2 dogs
Charley is massive giant schnauzer puppy who is clumsy and enjoys getting wet and dirty by jumping in the river
Sparkles is an athletic collie puppy who is clean and agile and far less excitable!
And the horses
Basil is a fatass and will eat anything and everything
Whisper is an old lady and just kind of chills
Dylan is mental
Princess likes to think she's in charge of things but isn't really
Flossie is an old girl but still acts like a grumpy teenager
Last edited by Cacoethes : 28-02-2019 at 02:55 PM.
I'm fine! Totally fine. I don't know why it's coming out all loud and squeaky, 'cause really, I'm fine!
They all sound great, thanks for sharing Beckie. The horses sound hilarious!
Crookshanks - he needs ALL the attention but only really from me. He is like a baby and sits like a baby in my arms a lot of the time. He is obsessed with food and cuddles. He is very lazy. He is naughty in that he tries to get places he knows he isn't allowed and he likes to run out the door and under the car when I leave the house so I have to walk out backwards to stop him. He makes noise a lot of the time, when he's walking he sometimes makes a sort of squeaking noise and when he's deeply asleep he smacks his lips like he's eating.
Church - mostly solitary. Doesn't ask for much attention. I call him teeny tiny but he's actually overweight. He likes the sunshine a lot. He likes scratching things. He hates being picked up. He is getting naughtier as he's getting older and breaks lots of things. He is the owner of the cat beds. He's good at sneaking up on me and seeming to appear out of nowhere.
I put it down on paper and then the ghost does not ache so much.
Only have one cat currently (might talk about the others I've had later but it will make me cry!) So.. Geordi is a Siamese. Two of the best descriptions of him are "the looks of pedigree but the behaviour of an alley cat" and also "Best Cat In The World".
He is very chatty, sometimes shouty, I often have to remind him to use his indoor voice. He's very cuddly, loves laps and company and always forces his way under the bedcovers with me at night.
He loves ham and cheese and will sit like a dog for treats. He also likes snacking on mice... and leaving the guts for me. He once brought in a dead sparrowhawk... He is a super hunter but is scared by the pheasant that comes into the garden.
He also loves the bathroom cupboard especially in winter when it's super warm in there. He hates rain... to the point where he sometimes wees on the bathmat in annoyance.
My sofa blanket has become his sofa blanket.
And that's ok because he is my best friend in the whole world.
Bertie is a loveable idiot. He likes to suckle on fleece and drown all his toys but feathers remain his first love. He does like cuddles provided I've tired him out first as he is a kitten still. We like to nap together on the sofa.
Mr Jinx and I have three rescue cats and they're all such different personalities, I love them.
The eldest, A is the tiniest little thing ever. She's our grumpy old lady and of you could hear her meow if you disturb her, youd understand why we call her that, she honestly sounds like she's saying "meeehhhh nooooo"!! She's super affectionate though and loves curling up with us. She will occasionally sleep right by my head so she can groom my hair, as well as trying to clean me by way of many, many lickings because apparently I am just a big, pink cat that cannot look after myself. She's the only one that doesn't get the zoomies and the look she gives the other two when they do is hilarious!
M is our only short hair cat and he was abandoned in the middle of nowhere during some really awful storms on October. Not that you'd know it, because instead of being scared or wary of people, he is the most friendly, loving cat I've ever known. He can actually knock you a bit when he comes barreling into your legs to say hello. He's our head-bonk monster with a purr like a motorbike who goes into full kitten mode sometimes (despite being 11/12) and chases his own back feet.
And then there's HJ.
He's basically a massive floofy idiot that could pass as several Soot Sprites joined together. He's the kitten, even though he's bigger than M and three times the size of A. He gets the zoomies several times a day, adores Mr Jinx and sometimes comes and makes me paw biscuits when I've got my Pusheen throw over my legs. He was fairly badly mistreated in his previous home so he can be wary of people but his wariness and occasional nipping if he doesn't want you to fuss him is totally forgotten when I wake up to find out he's curled up on my feet and gone to sleep. He plays fetch with paper balls and tries fighting next doors Jack Russell through the living room window and I'm pretty sure he thinks his name is actually "oh my God what did you do?!"
I had a cat in the past. I miss her alot. She was abused and didn't trust people easily but that just made her much more affectionate. She would do figure 8s on your feet or follow you around the house until you were gone at which point she would hide and scatter her furballs all over the place.
I’m utterly besotted with Bobby. He’s about 16 months at the moment and turning into a sweet, friendly dog. He learns new things very quickly and is on his silver award in dog training. He’s lively and always looking for things to play with. If he can’t find a toy he’ll improvise one which is usually hilarious for everyone involved. Chair coaster and wooden floor means you can whizz that across the floor like a hockey puck. Detergent dosing ball? The clue is in the name! Plant pot base? It’s now a frisbee. And he’ll throw it for himself! I’ve started agility with him and he loves as do I.
He likes when you sit with him on the floor. He’s very soft like a pillow that cuddles back. If someone comes in while we’re doing this he goes to greet them and then comes back to finish his snuggin’.
Our cat (really my sister's) is a bogget. Starts miaowing 2 hours before meal times. Leaps onto your comfortable seat as soon as you get up to make a cup of tea. Asks to be cuddled then savages your hand. Will happily pounce on leaves and twigs. Hates cigarette smoke. Lies on the stairs in the middle of the night so you trip over him on your way to the bathroom. Asks to be let in because he hates the cat flap, then ten seconds later he wants to go out again. Holds us responsible for bad weather, goes all moody when it rains. Loves to sleep in plant pots. He also loves riding on your shoulder like a parrot.