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Zeus

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By far the coolest cat I’ve ever met is my boyfriend’s cat, Zeus. He’s a white and grey spotted kind of, except the grey is like grey stripes over darker grey.  This cat is more like a dog than a cat, except for the fact that he doesn’t have a tail, so I guess in that way he is like neither of the two. But heck, this cat is more like a dog than my dog Sadie.

One of the first things I noticed about Zeus was how well he obeyed.  He has been trained like you would train a dog; it is insane.  It’s funny to catch him doing something he’s not supposed to, because he knows he’s not supposed to do that and when he gets caught it surprises and scared him, and he gets this “I wasn’t doing anything bad” look on his face; it’s so cute.

Another thing I love about Zeus is how sweet he is.  Especially if you catch him after he wakes up from sleeping. He is cuddly and will go out of his way to rub his face in yours while purring louder than a phone vibrating on a hard surface.

I love when you’re petting an animal and you can tell that they are enjoying it by their eyes slowly shutting or them freezing in a position because it feels too good to move, ha.  Zeus does this one thing when you hold him on his back and he sticks his legs straight up and spreads it apart; now that’s funny.

One of the coolest things about this cat is that if fetches Tootsie Rolls! Yes, fetches like a dog does with Frisbees and balls. But there is something about a tootsie roll; as soon as you hold it up he will freak out and be so excited for you to throw it! Then he will be gone in a second and back in a few more seconds with it in his mouth, and he’ll set it down and wait for you to do this over and over; it can be quite entertaining because he will do anything to get to it, so sometimes he falls or slides across the floor or something like that, haha. He’s crazy, but we love him.

Ace & Spade

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I’ve decided that my next dog will be extremely well trained.  I love my little Sadie, but I do love when people have bigger dogs that are so smart and learn quickly.  One thing that amazes me is teaching a dog how to hunt, and retrieve a duck after you shoot it.

My boyfriend, Johnathan, has two dogs: a boy, Ace, and a girl, Spade.  His favorite is Ace, but that’s because he listens better. Ace’s main goal is to make his owner happy, whereas Spade’s main goal is to make herself happy.

Spade gets over excited when she gets to be around humans and gets to go do something, which makes her too distracted to do anything cool.  It is funny though, because when we go on walks Johnathan will find a stick or something to throw off the deck into this lake, and I’m telling you those dogs fight and fight over that thing the whole time they’re swimming back.

Ace though, he’s a champ.  He follows orders perfectly, and is smart. You can throw the fake duck a good ways to where it lands out of his sight, but he’ll wait there until you tell him to go, and once you do he takes off and retrieves it. When he brings it back he waits with it in his mouth for you to grab it, instead of laying it on the ground.

Ace and Spade live outside in a big fenced in area where they each have a dog house.  Recently we let Ace inside, and for only having been inside probably once before in his life, he acted amazing. He just stayed on his dog bed and rarely acted as if he even noticed the cat Zeus was there. Zeus on the other hand kept his eye on Ace, and loved to observe Ace while he was sleeping. It was quite comical.

Zeus doesn’t know what to think about Ace being let inside the house.

Slade the Snake

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One of my best friends from high school, Grant, got a pet snake when we were juniors.  Grant’s little sister is Sissy, the little girl I used to babysit.  That’s how I got the job, through Grant suggesting me.

Usually I’m terrified of snakes that are out in the wild, but pet snakes from Petco aren’t dangerous. They aren’t mean, unless you make them mean by banging on the glass and taunting them.  One time I was bored so I went to Petsmart to hold a snake and pet it.

Grant was trying to think of names for it, and was coming up with the lamest stuff.  He was suggesting human names, real ones that aren’t cool sounding. I explained that such a cool animal had to have a matching name, and that’s when I suggested Slade, and that’s what he went with when he made his decision a little later.

Like me, Sissy was scared of snakes, too, and she was having a hard time understanding that this snake will be nice if you’re careful with him.  It took at least a month or more, but I finally got Sissy to hold the snake.

From there it just progressed on, and it got to the point where she felt comfortable going and getting the snake out of his tank by herself. The picture below is her holding it, and that was even the first time. You can see how concentrated she is, ha.

Jessie & Solo

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When I was in the fifth grade, my dad lived right across the street from my school, and I’ll never forget the day I walked over there and he showed me the new puppy chocolate lab he had gotten at Walmart from a family giving them away.  He named her Jessie, and I got to take her over to the school and show my friends who hadn’t been picked up yet by their parents.

The reason my dad got Jessie is because he could tell that she was the sickest out of all the puppies, and he took her to the vet, got her medicine, X-rays, etc.  She had to get an X-ray because her tail was/still is broken.  My dad asked whether if he should get it fixed, but the vet said it had already healed like that, so there wasn’t any use of fixing it.

When my dad and my stepmom Dianna got Jessie, they already had another dog, Solo.  He was more of a lapdog, therefore liked Dianna better, so Jessie was daddy’s dog.  Solo is a toy fox terrier, and is white with only one, big spot on him, that’s part of why he’s called Solo.

When Jessie was young and we would take the dogs for a walk, it was funny because Solo would pick and pick on her, and we warned him that someday she was going to get him back, and we were right.

Now Jessie is much bigger than Solo, and can just push him away with one arm.  She’s a funny dog. She’s so sweet if she knows you, If she’s used to you being around she loves you, but if you’re a stranger, she’s suddenly in attack mode! She is protective of my dad especially, but also anyone else she likes.

Solo used to do this funny thing with my dad, where my dad would like tilt his head back and howl, and he’d end up getting Solo to start howling like that. I think my dad may have played a little too rough with him and made him self conscious maybe, because now he’s like more sensitive and more aggressive, but can still be really sweet.

Momma & Baby Cat

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I’ve always been a huge animal person. I get it from my dad, because he’s more of one than I am. He refuses to hunt deer because he doesn’t want to kill one. I’m not that hardcore, I would like to go deer hunting sometime and try it out. But when it comes to animals like dogs and cats, it’s a weakness.  I feel sorry for the ones who get dumped on the side of the road.

During this past Christmas break my mom, my friend Martin, and I were sitting around watching a movie one evening, when we started hearing meowing coming from outside the side door. We looked out the window in the door and there was a momma and a baby, whose eyes weren’t even open yet he was so young.

The momma cat was grossly skinny; I don’t even think she could produce milk for her baby.  So we fed them, and gave the baby cat milk and water, and it wasn’t long until momma cat could produce milk for her baby.

The baby kitty is getting bigger, and he’s so adorable! He has neon green eyes like his mom.  His mom is nursing four kittens right now.  Yes, I know, more kittens, but it wasn’t planned, we’re not even sure who the father cat is. 

Momma cat went into labor Tuesday, and hadn’t left the garage, where we lock her up so no other cats can get toher, since before she went into labor, until today.  Last night my friend Martin said he heard two cats fighting, and it was the baby cat (who’s grown up a lot now) fighting some random cat.  He ran out there and scared the other cat away.

The next morning when he went in the garage to feed momma cat, she immediately got up and when outside on the porch and smelled of the railings where the cats had rubbed during the fight.  It was like she was worried and had heard it during the night but couldn’t get out there to help.  After she finished smelling around without even leaving the porch, she went back into the garage to her kittens; she’s a good momma.

Bella the Wild One

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My high school job was babysitting.  I mainly babysat this young girl who was about 5 when I first started. Her name is Stephanie, but everyone just called her Sissy.  By the time I was a senior, I had been babysitting her for almost two years, and she was like a sister to me and I liked her mom, Pam, and brothers, too.

Christmas break of my senior year Sissy got a new kitten from a family friend, but I guess Pam hadn’t gotten permission from Sissy’s dad, because he said no, and that it had to go.  Pam asked me to keep it for a few days until they figured out what to do with it.

Here it is more then three years later, and I guess they’re still deciding what to do with it, haha. No, they much assumed that we would end up keeping it, which we honestly didn’t have much of a choice about, but we liked it at first and named it Bella, because my friend Jamie, who has about eleven cats, told me it was a girl.

When my mom and I took Bella to the vet to get spayed, they realized it was not in fact a girl, but a boy. It was disappointing that this would happen to us again, ha. My mom suggested calling him Mr. Bella, but that was Mr. Rosie’s thing, I didn’t want to do the same thing, so I just kept calling him Bella.

He hasn’t been around the house the past few months as much as usual. He almost always stayed outside, but would come in to eat and maybe sleep a little bit during the day. He would always kill birds or moles and lay them on the doorstep. Well, we think that him being outside all night around other wild animals made him a little bit crazy, because he attacked my dog Sadie Jojo one day!  I was so mad; I threw him off the porch and into the yard (it was like a foot drop).

Ever since then he hasn’t come around as much, and also due to the fact that over Christmas break a momma cat and one kitten showed up soaking wet from the rain on our porch, and the momma was so, so skinny. We still have them at our house, but we keep them outside at all times. Bella doesn’t really know what to think about them.  My next post will be about the momma cat and how she just had four more kittens that we weren’t really expecting.