Jan @ RevGalBlogPals wrote: "In my experience in the United States, people are either 'Dog People' or 'Cat People.' As the graph above illustrates, not everyone is limited to those types of animals. So I am wondering about pets and e...
Jan @ RevGalBlogPals wrote: "In my experience in the United States, people are either 'Dog People' or 'Cat People.' As the graph above illustrates, not everyone is limited to those types of animals. So I am wondering about pets and experiences with them."1. Are you a DOG or a CAT person? Or OTHER?I have had a number of pets — turtles, puppies, fish, kitties, salamander, and a hamster named Herman, for example — but the ones I have bonded with have mostly been cats. Kiki Cat, who came to live with me in 2001, was the most loving pet I ever had. So I guess I'd call myself a "cat person" because I had a very special "person cat" until she died last year.2. Who were the pets of your childhood, and what were they like?When I was nine years old, a neighborhood boy and I were splashing in rainy puddles when a bedraggled kitten found us. My mother said it looked like a drowned rat (well, mouse — the kitten was very small), and Micky's mother wouldn't let him bring it into their house. After due consideration, Mother decided to let me keep the kitten. I named her Duchess, and she slipped right into our family like she had always belonged there and grew to be very regal indeed, a beautiful soft gray cat with white paws and a white spot below her chin that seemed to swing back and forth like a dog's tag when she walked. Duchess had her first litter of kittens in the drawer on top of my socks and underwear — it must have been the softest place available to her at the time. When I was in high school, we rode the regular city buses to school and home again in the afternoon, yet Duchess was always at the bus stop to meet me. How did she know which of the buses that ran every 20-30 minutes all day would be the one I rode? I don't know, but her internal clock was set and there she was, waiting to walk home with me. She was a special cat.3. What pets do you have now?Because my roommate's cat Sammy will turn 18 tomorrow, I have not brought another cat into our home. I'm afraid it would bother her too much, even though she pined for Kiki when she died last summer. Sammy is skittish and doesn't like being petted unless she rubs against my leg first, and then I'm allowed only a short touch before she runs away. She has become friendlier since Kiki died, however, and now comes to tell me "meow" when she wants food or somebody to clean her litter box. That's real progress for a cat who was tossed out in a parking lot where my roommate worked — Sammy didn't even know how to eat yet. Donna had to mother her by giving her a bottle and later teaching her how to eat solid foods.4. Have you ever had any unusual pets in your household or visit your home?It's been too long for me to remember the details about how and why we got a golden hamster, but I do remember Herman. He wiggled and squirmed and turned in our hands so much that one of my children said, "Herman, the Squirmin' German!" All three roared with laughter, and that strange moniker became his name. Since I was the one who spent the most time with him — feeding him, cleaning his cage, giving him water, and trying to find him when he escaped — he became plain ole Herman to me. Herman had a small wire cage with a rattling metal wheel that he would run in, frantically, rapidly, daily, hourly it seemed. The bottom of his cage was covered with cedar shavings, under which a hamster could sleep all covered and snug.I don't have any photos of Herman, but this one from Wikipedia looks a lot like him. He was a smart little fellow who knew if he tried long enough and hard enough, he could open the door of his cage. He would wiggle and squirm and chew and bite: ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chunk, ch-ch-ch-ch-chatter, ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chuck-chunk. And POP after awhile that door would open! He especially liked the corner behind the four-drawer file cabinet, though I can't imagine how he knew it was heavy and hard to move. Poke along the side with a broom handle, and he'd run