My beepers (that’s not actually them, but if you’ve seen one pair of zebra finches, you’ve seen them all) have their own bathtub, which gets filled with warm water every morning and placed in their cage so they can perform their daily toilette. The boy beeper, Bogie, has a bell on the end of a plastic chain that he likes to drag up to their treat tray (for egg shells, grit, cooked chicken, and hard-boiled egg yolk, dontcha know) and drop into the gap so it gets stuck. He then stands there and beeps until I reach in and unstick it. I pull that stupid thing out for him at least 20 times a day. The girl beeper, Bacall, likes to play with twigs. So when I put a new spray of millet seeds in their cage, I have to leave the old one in there too, so she can play with it. And I move their cage close to a window in the morning, so they can get some sun, and then put it back on a table in a dark corner at night.
Yeah, they’re pretty spoiled, considering they won’t sit on my finger or let me pet them or anything. Still, they’re more entertaining than tropical fish.
When I was a kid I used to have a pet goat that’d been bottle-raised that liked riding in our rowboat. Every time we went anywhere near the lake he’d jump into the boat and stand there giving you patient goaty looks until you got in with him and shoved off.
I was going to say that my cats have their own room, but my cats’ room is not as cool as your cats’ room. It’s just a little empty bedroom at the top of the house where the girls have their carpet tree in the window, some cardboard boxes to play in (it also serves a storage room), and food, water, and litter in case I need to shut them up in there when they’re naughty, or to keep them out of the way for awhile, or to isolate one or the other for vet-related reasons.
My cat isn’t quite as spoiled as some of the others here, but a couple my parents know have two dogs, an Irish setter and a Basenji. The setter gets the short end of the stick, and isn’t spoiled at all–she doesn’t get near enough attention. On the other hand, this couple loves their basenji. They even take a trip down the coast each year to meet other Basenji lovers. So the other dog is quite spoiled.
And, it seems, she gets spiteful when she doesn’t get her own way.
One night, the husband was sitting in the livingroom, and by whatever miracle the setter was not in her crate. So, she jumped up and laid on his lap. The Basenji got jealous, and she wanted to lay on his lap too. Unfortunately, there was no lap left to lay on. So she dissappears upstairs for a while, then comes back down.
When he went to bed that evening, he discovered that his beloved dog had left a “present” for him on his pillow.
There’s a joke in here somewhere about her being a spoiled bitch.
Oh yes… my beasts are spoiled, and I like it that way !
I do not normally eat breakfast , but on the occasions I do , scrambling eggs is an event, I tell you! Dogs and cats alike gather in the kitchen when Mama scrambles eggs , because U scramble for the wholw family. Each critter gets a little bowl with ‘eggies’ and bacon crumbled over the top.
If the kids are sleeping on the couch, I would never dream of moving them…I would sit on the floor first .
They are fed a high quality food with various vitamins added in…while I buy myself mainly generic food and rarely remember to take my own vitamins.
They share my bed, 2 Setters and 2 Papillons , and usually one of the cats.
When I go to the grocery, I ALWAYS bring them SOMETHING home , either a small stuffie or treats or both. If I were to ever forget, they would let me know about it.
They are the love of my life, and I want them to know this with every breath they take.
My parents had a Basenji for a while. They are spiteful. If the dog did something and Mom yelled at it, it would grab something - a hat, a baby toy, whatever - and run behind the couch to destroy whatever it had grabbed.
My parents finally decided they couldn’t handle the dog and so found someone else to take it. The people called them for weeks after that trying to return the dog! Shortly thereafter, my parents moved and have no idea what happened to the dog or its new owners.
We have an old, broken, really uncomfortable Pier One ‘papa-san’ rocking chair that we keep in our very small living room because one of the hellhounds loves it. People coming in have to be warned not to sit on it, because it’s falling apart. “We just keep it for Mojo.”
Anyone who wants to sit somewhere besides the couch can have a dining room table or a piece of the floor, because we don’t have room for another chair.
Toxie isn’t as spoiled as some of the kitties in this thread, but it’s pretty spoiled rotten nonetheless, especially considering what an ornery little bastard and can be and is most of the time.
For example, here’s his christmas present. Took us about thirty minutes to assemble on christmas morning (note Toxie already gnawing the toys in the background). He’s hardly played with it at all since christmas. Spoiled little bugger.
Oh, and he likes to sleep in the bathroom sink, so of course when it’s time for me to brush my teeth and he will NOT be lifted out without a fight, rather than turn the water on him I’ll lure him out with treats. :rolleyes:
I got an 85lber and a 100lber…who I spend most of my day with.
They have beds in every room, but still rest on sofas and chairs. If I approach them to sit down on my own sofa, they stretch out so you can’t sit down. I sit somewhere else.
They both end up on the bed with us, leaving me somehow with a 10x10 inch bit of blanket to keep me warm. I’ve thought of getting them their own twin bed to put in our room–hubby says no.
I’ve thought about getting a bigger chair for my big girl since she has to squeeze into my current one. They have their own blankets and they must by laid out flat and even before they will lay on them.
They get their own plain burgers to split.
I know it’s noon when the girls start getting crazy for rawhide.
I know it’s 2:30 when they want to go out and bark at the schoolbus and the evil little blond girl who walks by their fence.
I sometimes think one of my dogs looks pale. Is that just way weird or what?
My kitty isn’t spoiled at all. I only feed her twice a day, she only has one large shoebox full of toys. I only let her sleep on one pillow of her choosing. I don’t let her sleep on me all night, she has to move off to the side or under the down comforter after the first hour or two. She only has one “kitty blanket” that is hers upon demand, all other blankets must be shared with humans. Her litterbox is only patrolled every day or two. She is only cuddled for a few hours a day. She “has” to go for walks on her leash and go for roadtrips to visit the family. She has a moderately soft fuzzy pad in her carrier, and an un-stuffed fleece on the chest of drawers she likes to sleep on. If she is sleeping in the bathroom sink, I want to walk to the kitchen to brush my teeth.
Oh yeah…and I really wanted to replace the windowsill with a wider ledge to match the scale of the window. I didn’t even really consider that it would make a great viewing seat for the the cat to watch the local fauna.
Cat condo with souvenier dangly-things from places we’ve been - check
chushy blankets on back of couch for lounging - check
self-feeder with premium catfood - check
two litter boxes, one enclosed - check
more frakking cats toys than I can count - check
sleeps on the bed, under the covers - check
new pretty collars every 6 months - check
use of my chest when I’m at the computer trying to type - check
Nope. Our kitties aren’t spoiled at all (by the standards of this board, at least!)
Joplin is currently outside working off his Happy Meal, so it’s safe to be on the computer without being clawed to death for attention.
Toys? Got’em, he won’t play with them. The stick in the yard? That’s what he wants!
Lays on the bed until I turn off the light, then sighs, jumps off and goes to sleep in one of his places – the dog bed in the LR, the futon in LR or in the basement (door’s kept ajar for his majesty). Apparently, I snore. Hmmph.
Goes to the park regularly for jaunts, on a loose leash so he can terrorize squirrels.
Jumbo box o’ dog biscuits, warehouse club bag o’ midnight treats.
A thorough daily doggie massage and belly scratching session (twice if he’s feeling anxious).
Premium dog food.
