Hi! Are there any other pets out there who read these threads too.
Haven’t you wanted to put in a word yourself
Here’s your chance. Any pet is welcome to join us, as long as we can understand your spelling. I’m sure the cats will have no problem, but you dogs, remember, we need puntuation. Birds, keep it short, you knw how you ramble on about nothing.
My name is Maxx. My staff consists of 2 humans with occasional temps. I have 2 companions Cassy & Lil.
I am a Tuxedo short hair, with a siamese back ground. Cassy is black with one white spot.(Her mom was birman) Lil is Cassy’s daughter (not my fault!)
Cassy may have something to contribute, but Lil is just learning to read. She’s a little behind, because the staff no longer gets the paper. She’s learning here. but its slow going. Her favorite is the female human, who hardly ever let’s any of us type. But the male (he’s mine) doesn’t go to interesting sites like this one. So we all try to read Girl’s.
Boy is gone like he does so often (work is what they call it) Girl is sleeping.
Tell us what you do all day(and night for you nocturnals) We sleep in our spare time.
So there you go. Your turn…
Pictures are required.
I am Cherokee, a one-year old black Persian with bits of brown fur underneath. I spend my days playing with a six month Siamese mutt and sparring with a 10 year old Siamese female feline, who hates me and will at some point kick my ass if I’m not careful. My bad habits include peeing on clean clothes and shedding everywhere. I am fluffiness!
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Welcome Cherokee. You sound lovely. Black smoke is Cassy’s color too
You’re crazy. All of you. Only 1920’s style “Death Rays” could cure you now. Writing for your pets. Just do it the honest way: put them on the keyboard.
I’m Tobermory, a black short-haired feline. I have one companion, the Road Warrior, a short-haired yellow feline. We limp along with only one human on staff.
At least we have two litter boxes, but the staff expects us to share a food dish, with to bowls in it.
I think of my companion as the kid, as I am most definitely senior around here. I even have my claws, whereas the youngster would learn not to scratch the furniture and so got clipped.
And speaking of being “clipped”, well, at least that happened before my current staff member came on board, so I can’t hold it against her.
Like this, Gadfly? 
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Hello. My name is Leela. (where’s the ball)
Not Layla, Leelee, or anything else, it’s LEE-LA! (where’s the ball) Grandmother, please get it right. (where’s the ball).
I’m a German Shepard mix, mostly shepard, but with some chow and lab thrown in. (where’s the ball) What was my mother thinking! (where’s the ball) I have 2 cats to chase and play with, the oldest one, Bullwinkle, is getting old and lazy. (where’s the ball) He doesn’t like to play chase anymore. (where’s the ball) We just got another cat, Socks, she likes to play chase a lot. (where’s the ball) I have a pretty big yard to play in, and lots of other dogs to talk to. (where’s the ball) I also have a whole bunch of balls that my human brings to me. (where’s the ball) Mostly tennis balls, but he brought me a nice hard rubber ball that I can chew. (where’s the ball) I gotta go now. (where’s the ball) I’d get one of the cat’s to talk, but Bullwinkle is taking a nap, (where’s the ball) and the kitten has my ball.
Lee-la
(get the ball) I’ve always thought you dogs were like that Gary Larson’s dog. when he learned your language, he found you were saying Hey! Hey! (Where’s the ball)
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That was Silky, my 10 week old dobe puppy. Still working on her typing skills…
Zap and Valen take their martinis on the rocks, right?
They are so gorgeous!
Hi. I’m Sam, and I’m a mitred conure. I don’t know why my cage-cleaner person likes those damn cats, but when he has me incarcerated, I guess I have to do things his way. I’d like to see that stupid ass stand on one leg for hours, or hang by his nose from the screen door and fall asleep.
Damn cats here! Flashcat, Fatcat, and Midnight for the moment. Now that the feathered one is back in solitary, we’ll take control of the keyboard. Humans are so easy-tear up the trash a few times, and next thing you know they feed you every day. He is good about getting ticks from that one spot on the back of our heads that we can’t reach, that’s why we leave him a half eaten rodent now and then. Mrow.
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I am Siam, Siam I am.
I do not like green eggs and ham.
Whilst perching atop the tub tonight,
I did fall into the water, much to my fright!
I splished and I splashed, and what could I do?
Left water across the bathroom as I flew out - whoo hoo!!
(Written by Siam, who took a little swim tonight. Heh.)
My name is Isidore. I’m a very handsome ringneck parrot with shiny green feathers, a long blue tail, and a pink and black collar. My hobbies are eating, harrassing my owner to provide me with more food, harrassing those lowlifes known as cockatiels, listening to the Ramones, and plotting to take over the world. I know I can do a better job of running the world than my owner can. A few weeks ago it rained and when I ran up to her screaming she just said that she wasn’t God and she couldn’t turn it off. Like I believe that!
I have a mate named Azazel. She is blue and nearly twice my size. She beats me and takes food away from me but I love her and would do anything to make her happy. By the way, does anybody know what words like “henpecked” and “Severin” mean?
Well, I’m Music Man, and that stupid Isidore isn’t half as handsome as he thinks he is. If you ask me he looks like a pickle with legs. And he can’t sing either. I may be just a lowly grey cockatiel but I can sing up a storm! Everybody loves my music and I can dance too! All that Isidore does is whine, moan,and snarl, while I hop up on the curtain rod and spend an hour entertaining everyone with my show.
Oh, and I know how to keep my mate in line, too. She never tries to bully me–ow! Hey! Leave me alone!
This is Pepsi (codname = Scramblepuss). I want to remind all you cats that Thursday night at 7:00 pm is the next World Domination Meeting. Do not be late. No dogs allowed.
Now then…
<lick, lick>
<strrrrrrechhhhhh>
What was that!!! Was it a shadow? A shark? Maybe it’s FOOOOOOOOODDDDDD!!! I gotta go…
This is Buddy (codename = Staredown), the Supreme Cat Ruler of the Earth. Pepsi does that all the time, don’t mind him. I currently have 4 humans working for me, none of whom feed me as much as I require. The young male and female humans pick me up and treat me like a baby, but I don’t mind as it’s that much less walking I have to do.
<yawn>
<stare for 17 minutes>
There’s also the retarded black thing that the humans call Priscilla, but me and Pepsi call her Snapjaw cuz she snaps at us when we’re too close. They put her in a pen at night and Pepsi and I do the cat dance in front of her. Then she barks, humans arrive to quiet her down, and then it starts all over again.
Oops, here comes Pepsi. He’s…owww…OWWW…he’s biting my EAR!!! Ow…get OFF me you…oh, now you’re going to get it. It’s time for CAT MANIA #432!!! YAAAAHHHHH!!!