Thoughts for Thursday-Pets

Pets are very important in so many people’s lives. I currently have 2 cats. Fuzzer is 8 years old and Powder is 5 years old. Both were adopted through pet rescue agencies. I LOVE them to death and they are such a big part of my life. If I was single, I might end up being the proverbial cat lady. I think I would have 1-2 more cats if I lived on my own. I love each of them for different reasons and their distinct personalities. I got Fuzzer first, so he is my buddy and Powder is just such a baby that no matter what age he is, he will always be the little baby. I had a hard time naming my first cat. I originally thought his name was going to be Mangy, even thought about Chewbacca (or Chewy), debated on Baby Fuzz and then decided on Fuzzer. (His full name is Fuzzer Falzone. Falzone is my Mom’s maiden name. It just rolls off the tongue nicely.) I heard that! I heard you chuckle! Fuzzer was a name at the time that was generic for all cats. Any time I might see a cat, I would say, “Oh, look at the little fuzzer!” And Powder’s was obvious. He’s white. Ok, I’m not that creative. I also talk in weird voices and say things that sound stupid if I were talking to a human but I guess that’s my cat language. Oh, and when I talk to Fuzzer, I talk with a lisp so Fuzzer becomes Futhhhurr. Ok, I’m starting to sound borderline mental.
Growing up, we had a black cat named Eddy for almost 20 years! We got him in 1987 and he died in 2006. I don’t think my parents ever thought that he would have lived that long when they decided to get a cat. We also had a dog when I was about 4 or 5. His name was Bear. I think we found him and then didn’t work out for whatever reason so we dropped him off at the park. It seemed like a normal thing to do but now it’s seems cruel! Maybe that’s where we found him. I don’t remember. We also had a cockapoo named Honey Bear a few years later. Again, he didn’t work out. I don’t know what the problem was but we gave him away to a family and then either he didn’t work out with that family and we took him back or we missed him so much and got him back. Either way, we had him two times. Then I guess we got rid of him again. I don’t think he was ever trained correctly or something was wrong with him. We don’t have a great track record with dogs!
When I lived with Eric in 2000-2001, he had over 20 “pets”. It was a complete nightmare for me most days when it came to the amphibious creatures that also shared an apartment with us. He had terrariums or cages or whatever else full of anoles, geckos, skinks, a prehensile tailed skink, which has a face like a snake, chameleons, a Savannah monitor, which shouldn’t be allowed as a pet as it got out and on my bed and came after me one time, and many different snakes. If you don’t know any of the creatures, I have described, look them up and imagine living with that many things at one time.
Michael grew up with dogs and cats but also skunks, squirrels and raccoons. No, I’m not dating a redneck. His dad is very good with animals and when the mom of an animal familiy got killed, he would take them in, nurse them and then turn them back into the wild when they were old enough.
My question to you is…do you or have you had any pets? What kind? How many? Did you have pets growing up? How did you come up with your name for your pet(s)? Please feel free to share anything else about your pets.


Other Thoughts for Thursday posters so far:

Kristi- Live Music/Concerts

Ang- Change

Kim-Food


Here's some pictures of Fuzzer, Powder and Eddy: