My 1.5 Cents Worth
My 1.5 Cents Worth
Wittle Silly (cat) came from one of our old pastors. His cat had a litter. The girls picked one. I was the first real person Wittle Silly ever knew, so I become her new mother (sorta). We got her in 2004. She has had two litters of her own, before being "fixed" (as they say here). The ol girl is 12, and getting 'round just fine. She's Daddy's girl. She tolorate's Rudy fine. Silly is a black and white "tuxedo" cat, with white shoes (paws). She's very "street smart" and goes in and out (at all hours). She holds her own with the wild animals of the night. The wife isn't a "animal person", but you can tell she cares for the cat and the dog a lot.
Rudy (dog); A young girl lived at a rental home belonging to my brother. I would often visit my brother. One day that girl had to move, but could not take Rudy with her. So it was either I take her in, or she goes to the shelter. I've noticed the lil dog a few tmes before, and I always thought she was a cool little dog. So, against my wife's wishes, I went to pick her up. Turns out, we were a perfect match. Although she is high maintenance, she deserves it and she gets it. She'll jump so high, I can catch her, roll her over and hold her like a baby, lol. Rudy is a medium/light brown, or tan dog. She's a Rat Terrior mix/sooner, with a very "uplifting, happy" personality. Esitmated age, give or take, 4 to 6 years old. The wife sez..."she's no baby, ya know"? I said, "I beg to differ ma'am.....she's Daddy's baby".
"Sooner" you ask? It's a phrase around here describing mix breed animals. "Sooner to be one breed as the other".
I guess I can't add a pic.