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THE REFORMER...
Join Date: Jun 2006
Location: The Spam Board
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I have four pets, 2 cats, 1 hamster, 1 guinea pig. I give all my pets full names, first names, middle names, and they all have the same last name as me (of course).
My first cat I've had for around four years, her name is Topper and she's a solid black cat with a spot of white hairs under her chin. She is afraid of other people, and whenever someone knocks on the door she runs, but she's always there to greet me at the front door along with my other cat. She's not the nicest of cats, what with the way she is snobby and all (and she hates other cats), but she is quite bright, and is always very proper, if you will. My next cat is named Sibby, while her full name is Sibbenshire. She’s less than a year and was born on Valentines day! She’s very feisty, and not too bright either, but she’s got a big heart. Always wanting to play, she has her ways of letting you know to that matter. She curiously leans over hers little cat toy, as to hint you in to what she’d like to play. My hamster is known as Bilbo, he’s a Dwarf Hamster, very, very, very smart if I do say so myself. He’s the fourth hamster I’ve had (all of them are the same breed, but some are Fancy Dwarf Hamsters) and he has lived the longest. I don’t get to pay too much attention to him, because his cage stays closed in my room so my kitten doesn’t get to him, like she has so many times, but I do always check in on him and make sure he’s doing fine. He is quite the bundle of joy to have around, and does love to be held, so I hold him as much as possible. And now for my Guinea Pig, Roger. Oh boy, what a pet, Roger is white and gray, always nervous, always hungry, which leads to his “chubbiness factor”. Roger refuses to eat out of a bowl, when I put his food in a bowl, he knocks it over. Even if I tape it down, he finds out how to get the bowl out. Because he was so stubborn, I had to begin laying his food out on his little platform for him to eat. Ugh. Always chewing away at the bits and pieces that hold his little cage together, always getting stuck in situations, and crying because he’s out of all the food I just gave him ten minutes ago, squealing all night, while I try to get some bloody sleep, this guy, is quite a handful. |
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