Who has a favorite pet?

  1. Mine right now is a kitty that I named Skippy. I had been living alone in my apt for over a year, and I was desperate for some company, so my daughter took me to the local pet store.

    We stopped by the side of a cage that included several adoptable kittens. Out walked a friendly kitten that immediately crawled in my arms. A university student majoring in journalism was sitting adjacent to the person who was adopting out the kittens. She asked me for permission to take a few photos of me with the kitten in my arms. I agreed.

    During the session, I learned she was a senior, and already had a position at our local newspaper.

    I felt the kitten had chosen me as his owner, so I paid the adoption fee, and left. It took eight long months for him to arrive at my home due to some complications, but it was worth it.

    He is now 6 years old, and follows me everywhere, including to the bathroom. When I sit on the toilet, he uses his pan. When I sleep in my bed, he lays beside me, when I sit on the couch, he lays beside me there also. Maybe I should have named him "Shadow" but since he is such a love, and has pretty feet, I named him "Skippy". I call him my live stuffed animal.
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  3. by   Farawyn
    I have Lola my Boxer mix, Zuzu my stray kitty turned pet and Oscar, my fat male tuxedo cat.
    Oscar is probably the nicest cat I've ever had. He's my buddy.
  4. by   BCgradnurse
    I love my kitties-they are both my favorite. Jolie is a 13 year old Bengal who still acts like a kitten. Brady is a 17-18 year old orange long hair who I love more than several of my family members. I don't know what I'm going to do when he's gone. They sleep with me and follow me around the yard if I'm outside.
  5. by   imintrouble
    I have multiple cats and dogs. I love them all, and wouldn't tell any of them they weren't my favorite.
    My friends are at the end of their lives. Slow and old and sleepy. They won't be replaced as I don't want to be one of my patients worrying about who's going to care for my pets when I'm gone.
    There have been so many through the years, and they've all been my favorite.
  6. by   Farawyn
    Quote from imintrouble
    I have multiple cats and dogs. I love them all, and wouldn't tell any of them they weren't my favorite.
    My friends are at the end of their lives. Slow and old and sleepy. They won't be replaced as I don't want to be one of my patients worrying about who's going to care for my pets when I'm gone.
    There have been so many through the years, and they've all been my favorite.
    Awwww.
  7. by   nursej22
    I have 2 Boston Terriers: Mille and Angus. I adopted them 3 years from a rescue organization. Millie is a crabby old girl, who prefers long naps and snuggling. Angus is younger and active and silly. My avatar is a different BT I had before.

    She escaped from our yard and dashed into traffic one day and was killed. I had to call off from work because I couldn't stop crying.
  8. by   Farawyn
    Quote from nursej22
    I have 2 Boston Terriers: Mille and Angus. I adopted them 3 years from a rescue organization. Millie is a crabby old girl, who prefers long naps and snuggling. Angus is younger and active and silly. My avatar is a different BT I had before.

    She escaped from our yard and dashed into traffic one day and was killed. I had to call off from work because I couldn't stop crying.
    Awww, *hugs*

    Yea, when our old German Shepard died (he was 15 and 1/2, we had him 15 years to the day!) I thought I would be the brave one for my kids. Oh, HELL no. I was sobbing, loudly, every single day until we got Lola, our Boxer mix. AND I cried and carried on while we were driving to the animal shelter to get Lola...because I felt guilty about Barney's memory.
    Good lord.
  9. by   FranEMTnurse
    Quote from nursej22
    My avatar is a different BT I had before.
    She escaped from our yard and dashed into traffic one day and was killed. I couldn't stop crying.
    That happened to me too. Mine was just a mutt that looked like a short haired golden retriever named Fred. He went outside one sunny day, ran across the road, and was hit by a school bus. He died in my arms. I couldn't bear to bury him so my father did it for me. fred-jpeg
  10. by   RNinIN
    I live in a rural-ish area where people dump animals (not quite farm country, not suburbs or city either), and I have feral cats that love to come like dogs when I call. I have them named, and when they see me with food, it's happy time. My S/O won't allow pets, so this bunch is as close as I get. As an animal lover, it stinks, but these cats and stray dogs need love too, and I have a shelter area for them outside as well
  11. by   Farawyn
    Ooof, I hate to say it, but no pets would be a deal breaker for me.
    My husband is kind of allergic to cats, and I broke him.
  12. by   No Stars In My Eyes
    *Curmudgeon--gray and white barn cat that followed us kids home from sledding one winter afternoon, and stayed.

    * Blackie--a stray black Lab who adopted us; we had him 5 years.He had the most horrific farts. Ended up running with bunch of other boy dogs after a female in heat; ran out in the road and got hit by a car. The chief of police came and 'put him out of his misery.' So my dog got hit by a car, then shot, and then I had to go to school within the hour. (I was miserable that day)

    *Bubbula--gray tabby with white bib and paws. She would wake me up by batting the pull-chain against the light bulb in my bedside lamp.
    *Biggy Rat--Bubies son, black and white, kind of tuxedo. Mother and Son stayed with my mom when I left for nursing school.

    *Fang--German Shepard/Beagle/Airedale mix. Extremely intelligent and with a good sense of humor. He was a GREAT family dog. I'd show him how to do a trick, and he'd copy me!

    *Turtle--gray and white cat; gray part looked like a turtle shell. I called her "TURT" for short and people thought I was calling her "Turd" Yuh, right. She also had pizza-feet: 7 toes on each front paw, 6 on the back ones.
    *Malachi--her brother, white except for a black ear and a spot black on his hip. We called him (mispronouncing his name on purpose) Mah-latch-ee".

    *The Most Adorable Nubbins--Called Nubbins, a multicolored cat whose colors resembled a tiger cat's markings. She was a Manx who had 3 white toes. Even folks who purportedly hated cats fell in love with Nubbins.

    *Ufa Ollie-nose, a Siamese, named after the Russian town where Nureyev was born,UFA, and Ollie-Nose because she had a nose identical to her dad's. She liked to go in the echoey hallway and drive us absolutely insane with her meowing in-heat sounds. A neighbor threatened (jokingly!) that he was going to sneak up on her with a q-tip and make her think she'd mated. (Eeeeuuuuuwwwww!)

    *Quincy--All deep-orange tabby. a tall an skinny 'Morris'. Got him from a farm where they raised "Fainting Goats".

    *Stray cat with a military-anachronym name which TOS didn't like-a tabby with white bib and feet. My at the time boyfriend REALLY disliked her, so she shat IN his shoe!

    *Otis-- all black feline from a shelter, 2 ? years old when I got him. He was previosly named Snowball (pft) and had been declawed. Named him Otis, to keep the "OH" sound in his name. He would climb out and open window in my 2nd-floor apt, jump down into the gutter, follow it to the roof and sit in the shade of a huge maple tree, surveying his world. Because I was working a lot and planning to move out of state, he eventually went to live with an old lady who was a Professor Emeritus in Botany at a large well-know Southern University. Otis loved her green house and window views of multile birdhouses and feeding station.

    *Kinder--a friend's dog who ended up being mine when his 'mom' ent to live in a no pets allowed apartment. He liked me best, anyway, because we went for rides and walks every day. When original owner took him back several years lter, her stupid boyfriend let him out and he was never seen again.

    *two rescue cats: One all black named Ola; the neighbor's child called her The Dreaded Ola, because she did not like most everybody except for me. If hubs and I (he was boyfriend then) sat on the sofa, Ola would jump up and wedge herself between us. One black and white one named Roo, who loved to groom boyfriend's (hubs) hair and beard, like he was her kitten.

    *Fletcher--bought for ten bucks in a bird shop; last of his litter to find a home. He was a LARGE cat, like tall-large, not fat; people were always saying what a big cat he was. The only cat that would be larger than him would be a Maine Coon Cat...but not by much.

    *Moosie--some called him a fiest, he had terrier and lab in him. Nothing but superlatives about this dog. He was my best friend, went on all my Home Health visits with me every weekend. If I told you all my Moosie stories, I'd still be typing at 8 AM (it is nearly 1:30 AM here, now)

    And currently in residence:

    *Ozzy--boy purebred champagne blond shih-tzu with black tips on ears and tail. He's so pretty everyone assumes he is the girl. He has a clock in his belly, tries to run the household; incredibly bossy, and very spoiled. Gets away with it because he's so good lookin'.

    *Pippy--black and white Shih-tzu and that all white breed where they shave it's fur into a bubbleheaded look. I am too tired to go find out what the breed is. She thinks she is the alpha male and humps Ozzy, inspects the yard's periphery every AM and PM. Was the runt of her litter and always ready to eat, systematically covers the kitchen floor after someone comes out of the kitchen because they MIGHT have dropped a crumb.
    Together they are the Neighborhood Watch from behind the front porch railing and a baby gate, 4P to 8P. They sleep with me.They also always let us know when the Pizza-delivery person turns up our driveway. All we have to say is "Waiting for Pizza!" and they will sit on the chair in front of the window, watching for the car

    It is only this late hour that is saving yoeu from more 'favorite pets'. There are also OTHER people's dogs who I would like to smuggle away in a satchel, but I couldn't do it to their lol-owners.
    Last edit by No Stars In My Eyes on Mar 25, '16
  13. by   Farawyn
    Oh, I love my pets all the same, but Oscar is codependent as I am, so...there ya go.
  14. by   Fuzzy
    They're all my favorites.
    Fuzzy

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