Crazy animal lady thread - sperg about your pets here

  • 🏰 The Fediverse is up. If you know, you know.
  • Want to keep track of this thread?
    Accounts can bookmark posts, watch threads for updates, and jump back to where you stopped reading.
    Create account
I want to share more pics of my doggy and I can’t edit my last post to add them, so I’m putting them here.

He’s curled up at my feet now, sleeping in the knee hole of my desk. God, I’m so blessed to have him love me.

ETA: the little dog with her back to the camera in photo 1 is a neighbors dog I look after sometimes. She’s got Pyr blood and hoping she learns some cues from big baby boy.
I've got a Pyr mix, and I'm just so glad that the face she makes when she rolls onto her back seems to be a breed standard
 
We have 2 cats. A 5yo black 1/2 Siamese needy goblin and a 4 1/2yo tuxedo retard who's so lazy he's turning into a hairy mushroom.

My husband is one of those crazy cat men and we joke all the time that the cats get more toys and treats than the kids do. He's their favourite person, he's always making new scratching posts/beds, he's always got one on his shoulder and they both sleep with him at night

I've had to ban him going to the pet shop on his own cause he'd 100% come back with another kitten if given the chance. I love the fuckers but can't have a third.
 
He's beautiful, @Diet Purple Pepsi.

Here's some photos of my orange knucklehead, just because.
View attachment 3625798
View attachment 3625799
View attachment 3625804
Aww man what a cutie! We’ve got 2 orange girls :)

The slim girl is a serious mouser/ratter. I always joke that she’s the only cat that earns her keep.

The chubby one is definitely no hunter but she sure is a sweet gal.
EF611898-3EF2-4ED9-8CD7-129E67FEF5A8.jpeg
9702D21C-E493-43DB-ABC3-D20776CC437E.jpeg
 
I have two cats. B (the oldest) was born in my backyard to a feral mom who later passed away. He was weaned but not afraid of people - or our cars. When he was about three months old my husband and I were headed somewhere and I scooped him up to keep him safe. He snuggled down and started purring.

We brought him in the next day. That was 13 years ago. He's a beautiful blue fluffball and very laid back. He now has stomatitis, which is a painful gum disease (he's had most of his teeth pulled) and diabetes. I think the diabetes is from years of steroids to treat the gum disease because he's never been overweight. He doesn't mind the insulin shots most of the time. He was just given a lion cut because between arthritis, diabetes, and his gums (which are better, but not 100%) he's not grooming. He had a ton of little mats and wouldn't let me remove them. He's so much smaller than I thought he was! He's cold a lot now even with it being warm inside, so I dug out my electric blanket. I don't run it often for him, but he likes the blanket when it's off too. It's very plush fleece.

J, my baby, is about four years old. She belonged to my brother who lives with my horrible mother. She didn't like J. She was angry because my brother adopted her before they moved in with her, but after they agreed to move in. She was upset that they didn't consult her first, because she only agreed to let them keep their two cats - one of whom had to live outside (and is now dead because of that decision). If they'd asked for permission she obviously would have said no.

Yes, my mom is a narc.

Anyway, J was about year old when mom decided that she had to go. She was too disruptive and mom couldn't deal with her into stuff all the time. So my husband and I agreed to take her because the idea of her going to what would probably be a kill shelter was horrible.

Y'all, she's the best cat. I seriously don't know what my mom was smoking (Yes I do, narc injury from being insane) because she's so good. She hardly ever gets into stuff, stays off the counters/table, doesn’t weave around your legs when walking. She's so little and just stunning (a torbie). We are very blessed to have her.

She and my 18 year old Siamese didn't get along very well (my Siamese was a sweet cat, but highly dramatic) but they eventually learned to co-exist before my Siamese died earlier this year. She was also my brother's cat, but as a kitten she bonded with me. I was over there all the time and she'd let me hold her like a baby and come when I called. To my brother and his wife she was just "I tolerate you". So when we bought our house she came home with us.

She had kidney disease and heart problems late in life. She lived for four years after her kidney disease diagnosis. She refused the prescription kidney food, so we searched until we found a fairly low phosphorus food she did like. We went through so many different brands! The brand she liked went out of business a few months ago. We said it was a good thing P had already passed away, because she refused to eat anything else - most days. We're still feeding the other two a similar lower phosphorus wet food. Hopefully this means they won't have kidney problems as they age.

I love my cats. I wish they could live forever.
 
Pet photo time, here we go (hopefully these thumbnail properly)

20220819_151541.jpg

This is Penny, who is 9 weeks old and who sounds like a tiny laser gun when she meows.

20220617_163131_001.jpg

This is Smudge, who I love dearly, but who's dumb as a rock. He's a bit of a chonk because he'll eat to the point he'll make himself sick if he can get away with it and he'll steal food from other pets, but progress is being made.

20210118_220700.jpg

This was ( </3 ) Meeka, who we lost in July to cancer, age 16.

20201103_155445.jpg

This is Cooper, who's 12. He looks chunky here due to steroid medication and his winter coat, but he's happy and healthy and the sweetest big guy.
 
This is P. I miss her a lot. 18 years wasn't enough. 05826A6A-840B-43A3-84FB-C068E4305097.jpeg

This is P and B from last year. The chair is kept around primarily because the cats like to sit in it. Never more than one cat at a time though. You can see B's handiwork on the side there. He likes to announce his presence with his claws when he wants to sit in our lap. There's a reason we don't have "nice" furniture. They have lots of places to scratch that aren't furniture too, but a cat is going to do what they want.
0DBBF8AC-EFD2-479F-98A9-06F99CDD0C6D.jpeg

This is J. She loves sitting on that heater in the winter. She'll spend hours there sitting just like this.
8F68AB30-E534-46BC-8086-98FEBBF45741.jpeg
 
He's cold a lot now even with it being warm inside, so I dug out my electric blanket. I don't run it often for him, but he likes the blanket when it's off too. It's very plush fleece.

You can get him a heated pet bed (low-temperature, so they don't burn themselves if they're on it for hours) for under $100.

My guys have this one: https://www.amazon.com/Pet-Products-Thermo-Kitty-Heated-Mocha/dp/B000S9M2U4 and love(d) it. The kitten hasn't quite figured it out yet, but it's been disgustingly hot here lately.
 
20220820_123108.jpg
The babiest of all the baby girls. Her first owner allegedly stabbed her in the leg so she walks with a limp (the vet has checked it and he's not sure what exactly happened but it's not hurting her) and her second owner fed her dog food for several months and dropped her off at my house in a cage 3 years ago. She is 11 years old now.
 
53949F70-41BE-49EB-A0AD-7AED191E2287.jpeg


I have two dogs currently. This is my Chihuahua, Tico, that I had to put down a year ago. He was 18. I had had him since he was 6 weeks old. He bonded to me. And he was there for me through a lot of formative moments in my teenage and young adult years. He’s the only animal that I’ve ever actually bought. I don’t have very many good digital pictures of him. This was from when I had just moved into my apartment. His right eye had a cataract. We kept shirts on him, because he would scratch his back until it bled. I still have them; I can’t bring myself to get rid of them just yet.

6468B673-2415-45BC-8C63-6DBC7B972AAE.jpeg


This is our latest addition, Tally. I adopted her from the shelter, earlier this year. I think that she’s a beagle/wiener dog mix. I know that she’s a hound dog. She’s a little bigger than Tico was. Has a lot of personality for her small size. She had puppies before she was dumped on the streets. She had some trust issues with men at the beginning, but she’s come a good ways. She loves her sister, and tries to give her a kiss every morning.

F7FFFDD6-9B06-4147-ABAB-8F18088D74C4.jpeg


And lastly, my black lab mix, Oreo. I adopted her from the shelter a couple of months after the lockdowns in 2020. She had both eyes in the beginning, but she was blind in one of them. The shelter offered to remove it, free of charge, because it had a risk of infection later on. She doesn’t seem to be bothered by it. She only has a handful of toys that have lasted this long. She’s made me have an affinity towards “cyclops” animals. Obedient, but a little bit of a dummy. And she hates the water, ironically.
 
:drink:Fucking owls got my favorite hen, so I am upset and drinking. But the goldie hen in my post did successfully incubate 4 eggs into little nuggets. (This is from late July).

View attachment 3621458

And I'm working to convince my husband to name a separate hen Barbie-Chan. :P

She's got 5 "teenager" chicks, and one of them is trying to pull a CWC on her. Despite theirage and sizee and such. She is still protective of them all, and fucked up my husband's hand when he was separating them.

I'm going to spend my weekend building chicken tractors.
This is fake and gay, my hen was just nesting somewhere really well hidden! :heart-full:
I'm so happy she's fine, but I'm also mad at her for making me sad. LMAO My husband and I were moving things from my parent's house, and she was just there, a little thinner and dirtier but obviously her.

We caught her and brought her to our new place. Stupid lil poofball chicken.

At least now I can happy drink to her being okay! :drink:
 
I just wanted to share this funny scene from my husband.

We've been leaving our bedroom door open at night, because one of our cats knows she can scratch the door incessantly to wake us up. Because of this, all of them come into our room at night now and sleep on my husband. He usually starts off the night sleeping with blankets, but after a few hours he'll kick them off because the cats will make him overheat.
There's usually one on his arms, one on his chest, and two on his legs.

The worst offender is our 20lb fucker (he sees the vet a lot, he's very healthy but fat). He will start on my feet until I've lost circulation and I kick him off, then he'll sleep between us. Sometimes he tries for my husband's chest, sometimes he steps on his balls.
 
The winter storm has forced my fuckhead cat to sleep under the blanket with me, because he's a cold old man. He used to sleep like that nightly, but he stopped because he didn't like my new blanket. He also couldn't find a place to settle in on my husband, so he had to settle for me.

Our fattest cat has learned he can bully my husband, and has been pushing his legs off of the bed. I've woken up to my poor husband's legs dangling off the side of the bed, and a porky lump of fur in their spot. So I've been rolling the cat over, to inbetween us, and then picking my husband's feet up to put them back. He doesn't wake up for this.

Our chickens have survived the ice, but their water dishes are solid.
 
My dog isn't too keen on me so I try to get her to do basic things, since she's very smart, she just hates humans. We've done sitting with a trainer, so she can do it when she feels like it. Often times, I ask her to do it and won't give her the treat unless she does.

She was being stubborn and I was still holding the treat. So the orange cat came up behind me, smacked the treat right out of my hand and to his sister. I ain't even mad I'm just happy they're getting along so well.
 
Yesterday my cat kept stealing my father's seat. Every time he got up, even if it was for under a minute, she planted herself on his chair. It was pretty funny.

She's a really nice cat. Extremely affectionate. If you aren't petting her when she wants attention, she'll push her head into your hand. She'll even try to lick your face sometimes, which hurts because she has a cat's tongue, but I appreciate the sentiment.
 
This is Quinn. She's my little princess. She was rescued at 10 months of age from a hoarding situation. She's the size of an adult rabbit due to poor nutrition as a kitten. She also had an untreated eye infection most of her life. When the rescue got her, the eye had to be removed. Even with such a shitty beginning, she's the sweetest cat in the world. She was "marketed" as a special needs cat, but I don't think she's aware the eye is gone. It doesn't limit her in any way.

I spoil her rotten. She has 2 heated cat beds, a felted cat cave, a cat tree and more toys than she'll ever use. I work from home, so she's got me around 99% of the time. It's my job to make her life as perfect as it can be.

Quinn.JPG
 
The winter storm has forced my fuckhead cat to sleep under the blanket with me, because he's a cold old man. He used to sleep like that nightly, but he stopped because he didn't like my new blanket. He also couldn't find a place to settle in on my husband, so he had to settle for me.

Our fattest cat has learned he can bully my husband, and has been pushing his legs off of the bed. I've woken up to my poor husband's legs dangling off the side of the bed, and a porky lump of fur in their spot. So I've been rolling the cat over, to inbetween us, and then picking my husband's feet up to put them back. He doesn't wake up for this.

Our chickens have survived the ice, but their water dishes are solid.
I was worried about my hens with a recent freeze too, but they didn't seem to be affected much at all. They ARE endowed with feather down jackets after all. But, I also struggled with frozen water.

I really, really wish I could have a house chicken. Something to snuggle up with on my lap while I'm playing vidya or watching tv. But chickens poop wherever and whenever. I'm sure they make chicken diapers but I just don't think that's going to cut it...
 
My cat failed to catch a butterfly that got into my apartment today, I even held him up to it to help since he was getting upset he couldn't reach it when it got away, even then, he still failed to secure his prey.

Felt like a disappointed parent to be honest.
 
My cat has figured out a way to get into the attic. Obviously this is bad, so we closed the door to the room with the exploit until we can patch things up (we recently did some renovation and didn't close everything up correctly).

She hates closed doors. She has been going over to sit in front of the door and meowing for days. It's both cute and annoying.

She's a mess and I adore her.
 
Back
Top Bottom