Your first pets

[nevermore]

The first pet in my life was an 8 lb tortoise shell manx cat named Chula, who we still speak of with great reverence as the Spawn of Satan. She was about 7 when I was born and terrified me right up until she had to be put to sleep as the result of injuries from being clipped by a car when I was about 16. This cat once rode an irish wolfhound mix out of our yard. She was a prodigious hunter who brought a lovely disemboweled gift home almost every day, including over the course of one memorable week an entire family of baby possums. Here she is:

My first personal pet was a scruffy mutt who I shamefully named Princess. I got her for my 5th birthday. She was very good girl who I probably didn't appreciate enough at that age. She would sleep in my room every night, even when I was away at camp for the summer or at boarding school, and she would wiggle her whole body when she wagged her tail. She loved playing catch so much that I never had to use a leash - as long as I was carrying her slobbery ball, she would just follow me anywhere. She passed away from throat cancer when I was about 16 or 17. Here's Princess as a pup and an adult:

 

[Nerys Ghemor]

Torties can be insane. Something in the wiring, I think. My parents had one once that was awful.

The tortie my parents own now is high-strung, but very, very sweet. She's just anxious and hyper.

 

[Mr. Laser Beam]

^ so it's like a RL version of Pinkie Pie?

 

[Nerys Ghemor]

She's a cat. And I suspect I do not want to know who Pinkie Pie is.

 

[Mr. Laser Beam]

Pinkie Pie is a character from My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic.

link

 

[iguana_tonante]

The first pet in my life was an 8 lb tortoise shell manx cat named Chula, who we still speak of with great reverence as the Spawn of Satan. She was about 7 when I was born and terrified me right up until she had to be put to sleep as the result of injuries from being clipped by a car when I was about 16. This cat once rode an irish wolfhound mix out of our yard. She was a prodigious hunter who brought a lovely disemboweled gift home almost every day, including over the course of one memorable week an entire family of baby possums. Here she is:

That's... awesome. Respect.

 

[Nerys Ghemor]

Well, my first kitties had a little fun exploring the house, but they're now back under the couch. I'm sure this is a stressful day for them--their first day in their forever home.

But I have a whole week to spend off with them, so I know things will get better.

 

[Noname Given]

My first pet (at the age of 6) was a small female calico cat named "Sadie". She used to sleep next to my head on my pllow and do 'push paws' into my neck at odd times (IE she'd be slepping, purring and wake me up doing those 'push paws' - but even as a kid that age, I thought it was cute, so I just put up ith it.

She was an indoor/outdoor cat (IE we didn't have a litter box - Sadie would do a particular meow when she wanted to be letr oput to 'do her business' and come back -sometimes with a present (like a dead bird she'd drop on the doorstep.)

She was let out one day around thwe time I was 17; and never came back - being about 13 or 14 at that point, I figure she either died outside naturally, or perhaps was hit by a car or something.

(And as she got older we tried to 'contvert' her into an indoor cat, but she wouldn't have it - IE she got REAL upset when we wouldn't let her out, and didn't take well to the litterbox we tried. She LIKED to go out and roam and hunt in the neighborhood.)

 

[JayOwl]

My parents owned two cats when I was little, one was a tortiose-shelled cat called Malty, and the other was her daughter, Tiddles. Tiddles was grey, and a beautiful cat, but she lost one of her back legs when I was about 4. Malty was always loud, Tiddles was quiet (I prefered her) and they simply tolerated each other, although you'd expect more considering they were related.
They were put down when I was 10, because they were just so old- Malty was somewhere in her 20s, and tiddles in her late teens.
I had a couple of rabbits during that time too. One died, the other ran away- neither lasted long.

A few months after M&T died, we got a new cat, Lucy. A massive big fat fluffy cat, who has a really loud purr, and loves most people (But especially me ). She's still alive, but I don't own her any more- my Gran does, so I can see her now and again. It's complicated, (and that's another topic altogether) but I couldn't keep her.

We had one more cat, Misty, A grey cat. He was a bit wild, never really stopped being a kitten I think, but he had his moments.. I love cats, and I loved him (as well as Lucy). Unfortunetly, about a year and a half ago he got ran over.. the driver didn't stop (Maybe they didn't notice; it was most likely in the early hours of the morning). I haven't had another one because if the same thing happened again it'd be horrible- we live too close to the road, and it can get narrow.

I'll probably get another cat some time in the future.

 

[JRS]

My first pet was a black rabbit that got the name Siwi, that my parents got after I did not stop talking of wanting one
She was a friendly animal, who for some reason loved to jump to my lap and sit there for a moment..and then continued hopping around the apartment. Sadly she died after few weeks, for a reason I did not know.
The next rabbit we got lived over eight years, though