I think I have mentioned a time or two my pets are my life. In no particular order --
Dawg. He's a Bassett/Lab mix someone dumped at the lake about a half mile or so from my house. He's the old man around here -- best guess he's around 10 or so.
Snoop. He was dumped out at a friend's farm. Friend couldn't keep him. I couldn't NOT take him. As you can tell, he has absolutely NO personality at all!
Probably 12-18 months, far as we can tell.
BatCat. One of a litter of 4 feral kittens the dogs found in the backyard. She got her name because she likes to hang upside down on the ceiling of the rabbit pen they stayed in when I had originally brought them in the house.
Ok, BatCat and her brothers, Garfield and Fat Bastard. Garfield got his name because he has the cartoon character's personality. Fat Bastard got his name because he's fat. AND he's a bastard.
The tuxedo is Harvey. He's my grumpy old man. He is NOT impressed with those babies sleeping on the dog's bed. Lol
This is Harvey in HIS spot. We learned very quickly that regardless of what we had designated as a spot for unopened mail was actually NOT a spot for unopened mail.
MissPriss. Her name says it all. SHE rules the roost around here. NOBODY does ANYTHING without her prior permission.
This is BabyGirl. She is actually a neighbor's cat but they stopped caring for her so she is now mine. She's not interested in coming inside the house. Yet.