Welcome to The Lounge! Grab a drink, settle in and tell a tale or two. This week is about pets. We’re not fussy here at the lounge, we accept old or new tales. Just link up at the bottom of this post and be sure to share the comment love!
As I am writing this, our foxy Layla is running from one end of the house to the other rubbing herself on all of the things. You see, I made the mistake of bathing her. She hates it, hates water at all. However she smelt like arse, so it was time for a dunkin’.
Layla isn’t Mr 5’s first pet. We did have Jag, a cat who was a little too close to his wild cat buddies. He was badass. He took no prisoners and generally hated everyone, unless you were in the process of feeding him. Even then it was touch and go if you didn’t put the food into his bowl quick enough.
My first pet was a dog called Bella. I don’t actually remember Bella but my parents have a couple of photos of me with her. My parents had to end up giving her away as she thought that I was her young charge. This may seem like a sweet, good relationship for a kid to have with their pet. However my parents said that this meant that while she was around, no one else was allowed near me. The final straw being when she snapped at someone.
We had a few pets during my childhood but cats seemed to be the ones that stuck around the longest. They were all the perfect stereotypes of being a cat too. Although the cat that my parents have had for the last 10 or so years has been one of the strangest. She has a bit of a shoe fetish and regularly brings home a shoe or two for my parents. Thongs (of the shoe variety not the lingerie variety) are also not safe around her. She likes to chew the hell out of them!
That’s an overview of the pets we’ve had. There were some in between, but I didn’t want to bore you with all of the pictures!
What was your first pet?
Do your kids have pets?
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