My wife rescued a kitten before we started dating and that kitten has grown into a nice cat, docile, lazy, indoor/outdoor, amusing pet with fucking crystals in her urine so her food costs an arm and a leg . That cat is a very small Tabby...maybe 8 pounds at most.


And recently I rescued a kitten from my father's car engine. Apparently a "mama cat" dropped off this kitten or it was all alone and looking for a warm spot and decided "car engine" was the best idea . He's a pure black cat and I think he'll eventually look like a fucking panther once he's all grown. I rescued the poor bastard and he's repaid me by tearing up roll upon roll of toilet paper, pissing on the carpet a time or two (a vinegar and water mixture helps get rid of the smell I've found...fucking piece of shit cat) and we're going to get him fixed which is a procedure I'm wondering ever increasingly about doing myself without anesthesia . He's a cute lil guy, a pain, but he'll eventually settle into the family (bit difficult with the new baby around too so he probably needs some more attention).


....good thing that little bastard is cute though. Just got a laser pointer for that lil fucker


I put up with cats...my dog (who died about 3 years ago) was my very first dog and therefore my best friend (of the pet variety)...the wife picked out a dog my friend (a trainer) had that a family had to give up (pit bull, couldn't be allowed on military base and the family was moving to a base) so we've got him as well....and 4 chickens. The dog is good enough, the cats are so-so, the chickens aren't so much of a hassle.....but man I miss my first dog like nothing else.


So yeah a bunch of "rescues" at my house.