My entire life I have been around pets. Everyone in my family has pets.
There are only 3 that I hold really dear, but lets see what I can dredge up of the others...

Bonnie - My aunt's old dog - Used to eat anything we would feed her, and had a setee just for her.

Sooty - Sadist. Vicious as buggery with no real love in him, other than for my Mum.

Big Boy - Huge cat. Not fat, just minature-tiger-like. Soft as a cuddly toy, with the agility and speed to match. Stood at the end of the driveway and pined for Sooty when we had him put down, every day for at least a year.

Bonnie & Clyde - Hamsters. Not much to say about them, other than I left one running about in it's ball and came back to find it in Sooty's mouth.

Pip, Squeek and Wilfred - My cousin's kittens. The only survivor's of a litter, they stuck to each other like glue. Used to go over to a farm, over a mile away across fields, for free food. Didn't come back one day and so they let the farmer keep them (After making sure they were over there first).

Russian Hamsters - 54 of them. Started out with two which we were assured were the same sex. No names, because, well, by the end they were just like locust, eating us out of house and home.

Pepsi - My first 'real' animal - one that I picked out. Really loved each other, and the only cat that would go out of his way to show me affection. Used to sit on my lap and purr like mad whislt I was on the computer, and regularly slept with me, under the covers, with his head on the pillow. Put on a lot of weight, which he couldn't lose (he was very fast and agile, and we fed him dietary food, but it wouldn't come off of him). Eventually diagnosed with diabetes, and as I had seen another cat go through that I thought it was best for everyone if we put him down.

Mitsy - Dad's cat - Used to belong to the old lady to the left of his house. When she passed away the cat moved in with the family to the right of dad (Nobody arranged it, she just invited herself). eventually started living with Dad and has been there for 5 years. She's about 13-14 now, but as lively as a kitten, but with the claws of a Velocaraptor! Increbily violent when she is in a mood, but then polar opposite when she want's love/attention/food.

Max - My current dog, Border Collie/Lurcher cross - scared of everything, from fireworks, to bees, to air! Has a permanently hang-dog expression, which he uses to great effect when trying to get something. Spends more time on the setees than I do (usually because he is spread out, and I am on the floor). Barks at anything walking past the house, and has a pull on him like a tank when he sees another dog whilst out for a walk.

Edit:: Blimey, forgot about my other cousings dogs - Kizzy and Simba.
Simba is a Labrador/Staffy cross and Kizzy is a purebred Staffy, but a real runt. Typical dogs - Simba is old as the hills, and doesn't have much life left in him. Kizzy is the 'replacement' and is a bundle of energy.

And if you were wondering what a permanently-depressed-looking dog looks like:



Sorry for the huge length of the post, but if you aren't here to read then your shit out of luck!
( OneSullenBrit *air sandwiches*, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 16:06, Reply)