Pets

At my wife's suggestion, I am writing a bit about our pets today. We do love having them arround, most of the time, but they can get into an awfull lot of trouble too. To start off with, our cat is named J.C., short for: Just Cat. We got him in about June of 2006 as a 6 week old kitten, and have had him ever since. He kind of had a rough start. We had a ferret named pinky at the time, and they liked to play rought together. On one eventfull visit to the vet to get all the imunizations and shots up to date, we made a quick stop at a store, while leaving the cat and ferret in the car for about 15 minutes. It was the middle of summer, but we had the windows cracked, and we weren't gon very long. Anyway, The heat didn't really seem to get to them so much as the playing rough did. When we got back to the car, we arrived to see tufts of fur missing on the ferrets neck, and blood driping from the cat's jaw. We imediately rushed back to the vets where JC was diagnosed with a broken jaw, and was schedueled for surgery imediately. We also got antibacterial medicin for the ferret, who was in no where near as bad a condition as the cat was. While the cat was in surgery for his jaw, he also had his front claws removed, and his manhood stolen while he was under anesthesia. He had it rough and woosy for about a month after that. His jaw has since healed for the most part, but he will have a scar on his lower jaw for the rest of his life. In day to day life, JC usually does what most cats do best.
That is, being the lazy king of the house. When he does something we don't ant him to do though, such as jumping on counters and tables, chewing on the baby bottle nipple, and going outside, he gets some action. He gets one verbal warning in the form of me yelling out CAT. If he doesn't cease and decist imediately, he gets a date with the bathtub spout dumping cold water on him untill he is completely soaked. Needless to say, he has quickly learned that I mean it when I give that warning, and he almost always bolts when I use that tone, for fear of spending the next couple of hours drying off.

Incedently, we no longer have the ferret pinky. She was under a three month probationary period with my wife, who never really got along with pinky in the first place. I made Kate let me keep pinky for three months, and told her that if at the end of that period if she still didn't like her, that I would get rid of her. Well, she didn't make it. I think it was the refusal to stop pooing in the corners that finally did her in. The three months came and went, and Pinky went to a Ferret shelter in Layton with them.

Our Dog's name is Taz, short for Princess Tazmania. She is still a relatively new addition to our family. She is the runt of a litter of Toy Fox Terriers that one of our neighbors dogs had. Her name, as you may have guessed, fits her quite well as she is a rambunctious ball of energy whenever anyone is willing to play with her. She has a little bit of rope that she loves to play tug of war and fetch with. She has learned to sit, come, stay, and tippy toe dance so far. Like the cat though, she gets soaked when we catch her doing something wrong. For some reason, getting wet doesn't seem to bother her as much as it bothers JC though. Anyway, we are adapting to enjoy life with our daughter and our pets. Now all we need is another boy, pet or baby, so that JC and I are no longer outnumbered by the girls.