Hello fellow Shippers! So, I love pets. I've always had a pet in my life. Either cat or dog (even a few fishes). I haven't met a person who doesn't like pets! And I've had a lot. I mean, a lot.
When I was born, my parents already had a male cat named Salem, and him and I didn't get along. Being the baby I was, I always pulled his tail. So he kinda hated me, and I was like 'stay away from me, I'll stay away from you.' But then they got another girl cat that was named Pebbles. She became a big part of my life. She was my cat, and followed me everywhere I went. So, after a while, my little brothers was born, we gave Salem away, and found another stray cat we named Misty. We then moved to a house, since we were living in an apartment.
We had the cats, but they didn't like playing with us all that much, so, I went with my parents when I was like 5 and we got a dog. She was a Pug and a Beagle mix, and we named her Daisy. Daisy was the dumbest dog, but we loved her too much to care. She was a weird dog, but hated our cats.
Daisy loved my older sister, and followed her everywhere, and slept with her or me (on a rare occasion). A year later, at my grandma's, we found a stray orange cat (which we thought was a girl) but was a boy, and took him home. His first name was Puss in Boots, then he was renamed Garfield cause he became fat. He then got Misty Preggers, and then peed on my mom. (It was the funniest thing ever even if my mom doesn't agree with me) So we gave him away, and 9 months later, Misty gave birth to 6 kittens. There were 4 girls, Cream, Shadow, Smoky, and Peaches, then the two boys Garfield Jr. and Trouble. (I named the boys, don't judge me I was 6)
Then we gave all the kittens away, along with Misty. So then we had Pebbles and Daisy. Later on, my dad brought home a puppy, and a Shih Tzu and a Yorkey (idk if that's how it's spelled) and we named her Sophie. So, a few more years passed, and some crap happened with family. I really don't wanna say cause it's personal, and I was in North Carolina. There, my Aunt and Uncle I was staying with had a old dog named Bert. He was blinded in one eye and was really lazy. But I loved him anyways. Sadly, he passed away on that same Uncle's birthday, and then a few years later I moved back with my parents. That had to give up our pets to move to a new home, so we went without a pet for a while.
But for my 13th birthday, my dad and mom took me to get a cat. And i got my precious baby Maggie. I love her to death, and two months ago she turned 2.
Well, this was a long ramble. Tell me all about your pets and their stories in the comments below! Now, I'm going to go read some mushy stuff cause that's what I do with my life. Bai!
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