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[FearfulJesuit]

This is my kitty, Prufrock. (And part of my face in the background.)

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Here he is looking like a cantankerous, fat old boy, for he is all four things (ten going on eleven and eating more than he probably ought). We love him, though- until he lands us with another four-figure vet bill (kitty blood transfusions are not cheap.)

So, uh...your pets?

[kaijyuu]

We love him, though- until he lands us with another four-figure vet bill (kitty blood transfusions are not cheap.)

Makes me wonder if one can sell... err, donate their pet cat's blood.

[Kilroy the Grand]

Riker

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Baily

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[Cthulhu]

I can't pass up an excuse to post this.  That's Roxy, my beagle/phalene mix.  She's cute as fuck, especially when her fur grows out and the phalene in her gets more obvious.  She can do this indefinitely if she thinks it'll get her some people food and it inevitably does.

[Phantom]

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Hah. Used to have a cat just like that, except 'e was pure white.

Speaking of which, this counting for living or past ones? If living, I have this dog that's...

Well, I can't figure out what he is. He's like some kind of miniature Shiba Inu Beagle thing. He weighs as much as a toddler and has this strange tendency to eat fucking everything without a trace.
"...Hey, where did you put the cake?"
*dog sitting next to coffee table.*

"...Where the heck is my break-YOU LITTLE!"
*dog sitting on table drinking milk*

And before that, he used to devour every slipper. And one chapstick. And a plastic mentos casing, and three of my socks. I'll see if I got any pictures of him to post.

[Cthulhu]

I used to have an English Mastiff named Leroy that would get saliva on the ceiling and would also eat anything.  One time my family was having a barbecue and it was like something out of a cartoon.  You'd set a hot dog on the plate, go to get another, look back and it was gone.  You'd try again, again it was gone.  He would lean up and just kind of inhale the hot dog when you weren't looking.

When he was younger he was major bros with my other dog Buster, a Shetland Sheepdog.  Buster was ridiculously fucking smart and taught Leroy how to open doors and shit.

[Frumple]

We love him, though- until he lands us with another four-figure vet bill (kitty blood transfusions are not cheap.)

Makes me wonder if one can sell... err, donate their pet cat's blood.

Ehh, I imagine the cost comes more from blood tests and suchlike to make sure the blood's usable. Not like there's not plenty of strays and such to harvest from.

On the other hand, well. If there is a market... plenty of strays. Pick up a few, make a profit, hand them over to the humane society for getting rid of the evidence processing and a trip to the cremator a good home.

As for pets, no pets of my own. Other folks in the house have a poodle (spoiled as buggery hell, but I've got 'im a little more stable since I've been living here. Still long process.) and there's some stray cats they feed, but that's it. I do miss having own pets, though

My last cat was a beautiful former stray black cat named You. Parent left door open soon after I left for college, You was never seen again. Bleh.

[Aqizzar]

Baily

That face is, "Guys. Guys.  Guys... I am SO baked right now."


I'd post photos of a couple of "my" pets, but they're still on my broken computer.  I've got a really great one from Cinco de Mayo with all four of my mother's animals gathered around me begging for scraps.


_{And it was taken two days before one of them died  :<}

[FearfulJesuit]

We also have two dogs, named Réka and Minka, who are half-sister Rhodesian Ridgebacks. Réka's three and a half. Minka is her sister; we just got her and she's coming on eleven weeks. Minka is the most adorable little thing ever, but she is trouble with a capital T. I'll see if I can't get photos taken tomorrow.

As for Prufrock (that's that cat in the OP), his existence is my fault. See, his mother, Esmé, was rescued from a hawk as part of an abandoned litter of kittens, and...remained sort of fucked-up after that. Anyway, when I was five or six when she was in heat (my parents conveniently hadn't gotten her spayed quite yet), I was warned not to let her out of the house under any circumstances. I, of course, not really knowing what the whole "in heat" thing meant, reasoned that, well, we let her out most of the time, so what could be the problem? A few months later, she spurned a nice, comfortable place we had laid out for her and gave birth to a litter of five in my mum's dresser drawer. One of these kittens was Prufrock- the others we gave away. She and Prufrock had to be separated because, as I mentioned, she was a bit psycho and started attacking him. My dad teaches history at a private high school, and at the time the one we lived at had stables, so she became a barn cat. Word is last year she tired of being a barn cat and was adopted in her dotage. As for Prufrock, we had him snipped at the earliest possible opportunity. No word on his siblings.

[Kilroy the Grand]

Baily

That face is, "Guys. Guys.  Guys... I am SO baked right now."

He's a complete and utter idiot.

[Pnx]

Pretty sure we've had a thread just like this before. Not that I'm complaining really, I'll jump at any excuse to talk about my dogs.

We've got two dogs, Inu (named by my Japanophile of a brother), and Twizzle (named by my mother after I couldn't come up with a name for her). They're Shitzu-Poodle mixes, fluffy, adorable, and... a little bit prone to barking at passing joggers. Inu likes to be cuddled on someone's lap, Twizzle isn't quite as fond of cuddles, though she does like having her belly rubbed. I'd snap pictures of them but I don't think we have a working digital camera.

We've also got two cats, Sugar, who has been with us for most of my life, she had a brother who ran away, and she once gave birth to a litter of kittens, one of which we kept, the rest we found homes for. The one we kept later ran away as well. We also relatively recently adopted a cat that got run over by a car as a kitten, her name is Olive, she has a wonky back leg, but she's very energetic and agile. She's playful, friendly, likes gnawing my hand, and can be a bit of a handful.

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[miauw62]

Heh, i was just going to make a thread like this.
I have a huge-ass, quite fat but not very fat, cat.
I called him Felix when i got him, wich is quite an unoriginal name, but its better than whiskers
The pics that i uploaded are uploaded as attatchments on the KAG forum tough, so i'll have to get them here first.
Working on it!

edit:
Here he is!
Dont mind the wound on his forehead, it healed nicely.


He's about 6 years old, and he has cat aids
Sorry for low picture quality, but else it would be a humongous pic and i very quickly resized and cropped it.

[Levi]

Maaan, I wish I could have a dog. 

I can't wait till I've saved up enough money to retire and live like a hermit in the woods with some dogs and maybe a goat.

[RedKing]

We have a 14-year old dog named Comedy. Got him when he was 4 or 5 from a rescue group. Was told that he was a "mutt from a long line of mutts", but he seems to be mostly a mix of Wire-haired Dachshund and Schnauzer. I often call him a Schnaushund. He's mostly deaf now, although lately he's started to show some signs of hearing again.

Sorry, some of these are large.

Spoiler: In the bathtub, with a "WHYYYYY MEEEEEE" look (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: I am the Keeper of the Chips. Do not make me use my laser eyes. (click to show/hide)

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