Feeling: Perky
Random Thought: Bishies!!
Music: Joan Jett and the Blackhearts - Crimson and Clover

Firstly, I'd like to thank Shin for the enlightenment. And for the anime addiction. And for introducing me to slash. And for the other language lessons.

Bishies!!!

Heh. I never get to use that word.

Damnit.

Anyway, moving on...

We have too many animals in this house. I swear it's like the freaking Home for Senior Citizen and Wayward Pets.

Morris (the cat--yes, that's his real name, and he looks like the original Morris, for those of you who know the old commercials) is about 700 years old in cat years. He drools. And when I say drools, I mean DROOOOOOLS. You can look at him one minute and he'll be fine. Two seconds later, he's got this nasty stream of drool hanging six inches from his mouth, pooling on the floor. It's nasty. And he smells horrible. Bleh.

Then there's Nonie. The pitbull who was put out 'cause she was injured in a fight. She lost the use of one leg I dunno how long ago, though. And she has heart worms (which, you can't do anything about once they have them). And she likes "comfort food." Yeah, so she's very... obese.

Penny the Pug. She was found hauling ass up the middle of a four-lane highway in Greenwood (which is about 30 minutes from here). This vet from there called our vet to see if he knew anyone who had a pug and would like to breed them (even though she obviously had no papers). We did at the time (Genghis *laughs* -- we called him "Gus" for short, and you'll soon see why), so they sent her to us.

The only problem was... well, Gus was "special." I think he was the product of inbreeding. But whatever it was, he just never... got in the mood, so to speak, even though Penny came to us... well, very much in the mood. She got knocked up by a cocker spaniel, though, and it was then that we found out that if she had anymore puppies (apparently, the hussy'd already had several litters), she'd probably die. So, we had to get her fixed. Now, she's old as dirt, and I think she can't see anymore.

Gus was killed, btw. If he ever got free of his leash, he'd just start running as fast as he could in any random direction until he bumped into something. Unfortunately, he bumped into a car doing about 50 mph on the highway the last time.

Tinka is part pug, part chihuahua. She's the cutie of the bunch, and currently doesn't have any ailments.

Poodums, the youngest of our three cats was found hanging on for dear life by his hind legs as he stared down into a storm drain. He walks funny now, but that's about it. Since he was neutered, he's been perfect.

Gray Malkin. Our Russian Blue. She came back from Atlanta with Silver about seven years ago. We think she was abused by a woman, though, because she hates women--even my mother. But a strange man could walk up to her, and she's all over them. 'Ho. She lives in my father's room now and only creeps out every now and then.

Baby (Onyx) is my great dane. *facepalms* I know. I was an idiot. She lives outside in the pen, but she's recently kicked Joe (our black lab) and Lester (part hound) out, so they've taken up residence in our laundry room.

Speaking of Joe and Lester, they recently had a run-in with... something, I dunno... when they ran off with Sandy (yet another one of our dogs, and a mean, sneaky bastard to boot) recently. Sandy has puncture wounds in his chest--looks like someone got him with a pitchfork. He's not doing good, but there's nothing we can do. If you touch him when he's not hurt, he's likely to rip her arm off--so trying to get him to the vet is going to be nearly impossible. Even then, I'm not sure the vet would *want* to touch him. I'm pretty sure they need all appendages to do their job. Joe and Lester came back looking like they were in shock or something.

It's been two days and they still haven't spoken yet.

So, why did I go into the huge spill about our virtual animal shelter?

Because Poodums freaking puked on the goddamned kitchen table, and I want to kill him!!

Thank God we were just talking about throwing away that table cloth this morning.

And the sad part is... I think I'm leaving someone out in this list of pets.

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