Grey and White Tabby
(possibly English Shorthair or Russian Blue?)
Stan and I aren't the kind of people to coo over baby
humans. But put a four-footer in front of us and we turn to mush.
Whenever I visit a person with a cat or dog, said animal will
undoubtedly become my instant friend. For this reason, we decided
to get many of our own fur people.
first moved in together, our rentals only allowed us to have
newts, salamanders and lizards. We had to sneak our pet rats.
In 1985 we got our first cats together when we rented a small
house in Colorado. We got our first cat, Natasha in September 1995 and Vladimir on April Fool's Day 1996.
we bought our Madison house, and soon acquired our first dog,
Hieronymus the Pug, shortly afterward. Our cats at the time were
quite miffed that we introduced a canine into our family, and
refused to make friends with Hieronymus. With Stan at work all
day and me in graduate school at the time made for a lonely daytime
pug, so we got him a little friend to keep him company, Persephone.
It worked...he didn't destroy as much of our belongings when
he had a buddy to keep him company!
house and negligible urban yard keeps our dogs of the small variety,
but inside I lust for a Bulldog and a Boxer, although Plato our
Boston has the energy of three dogs.
pets (including overly hyper Plato), we felt we had enough. But
when Vladimir died, we missed the presence of a friendly, grey
male tabby, so we then got Caligula, possibly the sweetest cat
ever. When Natasha died, we decided to keep our pets at four, two cats and two dogs.