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Introducing my two cats, and my dog. The black and white cat is Harmon, the dog is a purebreed miniature Schnauzer named Lady Madison (we just call her Lady), and the smaller, black, silver, white and brown cat is Smokey. She's actually the oldest of the three, though she's the smallest.

They all have rather strange life stories, so I might as well note them here. (BTW, this piece is semi-for , who suggested that I should post pictures of my real life pets.)

Harmon: Well, it all started with Star. Star was a cat that I was feeding for some time, and never decided to bring inside. She was hit by a car one day. All the time I'd been feeding here, there was this other black and white cat, her brother, (though, at the time, we thought he was a girl cat), who I hadn't liked at all. In fact, I'd named him/her after Spike's annoying then girlfriend, Harmony. Though, after Star was killed, I felt sorry for the other cat and finally took him to the vet, thinking I'd get him spayed... Well, imagine my shock when the vet called us awhile later and told us that the cat had ALREADY been neutered, and was male. He'd apparently been neutered at a VERY young age, which was why he never developed the deep voice and... other physical characteristics noted in most male cats. So, we went and got him, and brought him home. He's lived with us ever since. HE is the one I refer to as a marshmallow, because he's never forgotten what it's like to be without a home. He's so grateful to be with us now that he talks to us, and rolls on his back to have his tummy rubbed any chance he gets. Marshmallow. In the little picture of him, he's rolled over to play with the fringe on a chair cover we had at the time. *chuckles* He's sitting beside me as I write this.

Lady: Lady originally belonged to my friend's aunt, who got her from a breeder. But then she'd started to realize that she couldn't take care of the dog. She was going to give her to the SPCA, but I said we'd take her. And here she is. In the little picture, she's wearing her 'winter coat', a red sweater she got for Christmas.

Smokey: Smokey came out of nowhere. Literally. One morning, there was this tiny (and I mean TINY. She was like about four inches long with legs) little kitten sitting on our front porch and crying. We don't know where she came from, and we've never seen another cat like her around here. But she was COVERED in fleas... We gave her a bath and had to have gotten 200 of the little demons off of her in the process... I honestly didn't expect her to live two days. But, other than the fact that the fleas stunted her growth (she's still only nine pounds, despite being almost six years old), she doesn't seem to have any bad effects from it. She's what we call a princess... As she thinks she is, and she'll let you know it, too. Despite being half the size of Harmon, she bosses him around and won't hesitate to whack him if he gets in her way. Recently Harmon has discovered that he IS bigger than her, and will wave his paws at her to get her to leave him alone. She then goes and sulks for several hours. *chuckles* She's also bi-polar or something. You'll be petting her one second, then she'll flip over, grab you with her paws, and kick your arm open while sinking her fangs into your hand. I know. I have SCARS from that little ball of fire.

She's also a Nurse Cat, though. ANY time anyone in the house is feeling sick, or depressed... she goes to them, and doesn't leave their sides until they feel better. She's a little conundrum. *shrugs*

Well, those are my pets!

UPDATE 11/5/06:

Harmon and Lady continue to live with my parents in Houston, TX. I moved to California, being forced to leave all three of my pets behind, in September of 2005.

I returned for a visit in December, and said goodbye to my beloved darling little Smokey for what would be the last time.

On January 19th, 2006, Smokey suffered a prolapsed colon. My parents had no choice but to put her to sleep. I found out about it two days later.

The night that I got the news, I nearly broke with grief. Smokey was, and always has been my little baby. I still miss her horribly. But something happened that night that made me feel marginally better about her passing.

As I stood on the front porch of my California home, getting some fresh air and trying to stop crying, I saw a shooting star.

It is the first, and only shooting star I have ever seen.

As it burned out, I was filled with memories of Smokey. From the moment I first saw her, to the last time we said goodbye, and everything in between. I knew then that she was letting me know that she was okay, wherever she is now.

I'll see you again, Smokey... across that Rainbow Bridge.

(Scrap originally posted on my defunct account.)

Description
Introducing my two cats, and my dog. The black and white cat is Harmon, the dog is a purebreed miniature Schnauzer named Lady Madison (we just call her Lady), and the smaller, black, silver, white and brown cat is Smokey. She's actually the oldest of the three, though she's the smallest.

They all have rather strange life stories, so I might as well note them here. (BTW, this piece is semi-for , who suggested that I should post pictures of my real life pets.)

Harmon: Well, it all started with Star. Star was a cat that I was feeding for some time, and never decided to bring inside. She was hit by a car one day. All the time I'd been feeding here, there was this other black and white cat, her brother, (though, at the time, we thought he was a girl cat), who I hadn't liked at all. In fact, I'd named him/her after Spike's annoying then girlfriend, Harmony. Though, after Star was killed, I felt sorry for the other cat and finally took him to the vet, thinking I'd get him spayed... Well, imagine my shock when the vet called us awhile later and told us that the cat had ALREADY been neutered, and was male. He'd apparently been neutered at a VERY young age, which was why he never developed the deep voice and... other physical characteristics noted in most male cats. So, we went and got him, and brought him home. He's lived with us ever since. HE is the one I refer to as a marshmallow, because he's never forgotten what it's like to be without a home. He's so grateful to be with us now that he talks to us, and rolls on his back to have his tummy rubbed any chance he gets. Marshmallow. In the little picture of him, he's rolled over to play with the fringe on a chair cover we had at the time. *chuckles* He's sitting beside me as I write this.

Lady: Lady originally belonged to my friend's aunt, who got her from a breeder. But then she'd started to realize that she couldn't take care of the dog. She was going to give her to the SPCA, but I said we'd take her. And here she is. In the little picture, she's wearing her 'winter coat', a red sweater she got for Christmas.

Smokey: Smokey came out of nowhere. Literally. One morning, there was this tiny (and I mean TINY. She was like about four inches long with legs) little kitten sitting on our front porch and crying. We don't know where she came from, and we've never seen another cat like her around here. But she was COVERED in fleas... We gave her a bath and had to have gotten 200 of the little demons off of her in the process... I honestly didn't expect her to live two days. But, other than the fact that the fleas stunted her growth (she's still only nine pounds, despite being almost six years old), she doesn't seem to have any bad effects from it. She's what we call a princess... As she thinks she is, and she'll let you know it, too. Despite being half the size of Harmon, she bosses him around and won't hesitate to whack him if he gets in her way. Recently Harmon has discovered that he IS bigger than her, and will wave his paws at her to get her to leave him alone. She then goes and sulks for several hours. *chuckles* She's also bi-polar or something. You'll be petting her one second, then she'll flip over, grab you with her paws, and kick your arm open while sinking her fangs into your hand. I know. I have SCARS from that little ball of fire.

She's also a Nurse Cat, though. ANY time anyone in the house is feeling sick, or depressed... she goes to them, and doesn't leave their sides until they feel better. She's a little conundrum. *shrugs*

Well, those are my pets!

UPDATE 11/5/06:

Harmon and Lady continue to live with my parents in Houston, TX. I moved to California, being forced to leave all three of my pets behind, in September of 2005.

I returned for a visit in December, and said goodbye to my beloved darling little Smokey for what would be the last time.

On January 19th, 2006, Smokey suffered a prolapsed colon. My parents had no choice but to put her to sleep. I found out about it two days later.

The night that I got the news, I nearly broke with grief. Smokey was, and always has been my little baby. I still miss her horribly. But something happened that night that made me feel marginally better about her passing.

As I stood on the front porch of my California home, getting some fresh air and trying to stop crying, I saw a shooting star.

It is the first, and only shooting star I have ever seen.

As it burned out, I was filled with memories of Smokey. From the moment I first saw her, to the last time we said goodbye, and everything in between. I knew then that she was letting me know that she was okay, wherever she is now.

I'll see you again, Smokey... across that Rainbow Bridge.

(Scrap originally posted on my defunct account.)