Care to tell your pet history?

Well, my whole PET history is a long one, so because I am lazy and because this is the cat club, I will only describe my cat history.

When I was very little,we had a female black and white kitten named Breezy. However, it was only a few months before she was killed par a car, because we live suivant to a road. :'( This put us off having a cat for many years, we didn't want our hearts broken, but recently(ish) we decided to get another cat... so now we have a big, fat, fluffy, black and white, adorable blob named Monty! :D

A few years ago, my family moved into a new house. We had no pets at the time and my mother, who is as much of an animal lover as I am, decided we could go look at the animaux they had in our local shelter.

Well I went down a row of cages where they were holding chats and I found Leon. His sheet a dit he was 2 years old and he was a light orange tabby. For some reason, we just clicked and I convinced my mom to adopt him. It was pretty funny when we got him accueil and realized that they hadn't neutered him, lol. But we also noticed he had a bad leg. So after taking him back to the shelter to get fixed (No, we didn't give him back :P), we took him to the vet to see what was going on with his leg. We found out 2 things: 1) He was like 6, not 2. And 2) His left hip had been injured a while go and never healed properly, probably an injury sustained from being kicked par someone.

Well Leon, who I called my little lion, became my buddy. And to this day, my mother still stands par her opinion that he chose me, I never chose him and I was very much his person. We had him for a little over two years before he got sick. We weren't really sure what happened, but it will be two years this January that we had to put my Leon down. I still cry when I think about him, I'm tearing up as I'm écriture this. But I am comforted in the fact that we got to give him his last few years in a loving accueil and that I was able to be there for him in his last moments.

A an later, I found my baby girl, Aspen, in my boyfriend's mom's backyard. She's a beautiful, fluffy kitty with a funny attitude. Aspen is very much the Queen of the house and she is very proud (you can see it in the way she carries herself). She doesn't like other animaux ou most other people, but she took a liking to my boyfriend and I. She's about a an and a half, and possibly part Maine Coon. Her hobbies include laying in sinks, demanding attention, and going crazy (especially if we're cooking bacon. Don't know why, but the smell of bacon makes her go crazier than catnip).

This summer, we also included a kitten to our little family. We got him when he was a mois old. He was found par someone else and they couldn't find the mother, but they couldn't keep him. His name is Louie and he is now a little over four months. Louie's hobbies include eating everything, harassing Aspen, and playing with his best bud, our half-Lab/half-Rottweiler doofus named Dozer. :)

Pictured: Leon.♥

It's a long history but in my 29 years of being on this planet, I have had exactly 13 ou 14 cats. A lot. But in those 29 years, they have all either ran away ou passed away. Except when I was about 4 years old, me and my family moved to his townhouse complex and I met some kids and wanted to montrer them the family cat, Alex, he was a 'Taby' cat, anyways, I took him out to montrer my new friends, he freaked out and jumped out of my arms and took off. My mom held that over my head for the longest time. I still feel truely awful for losing our cat. I was 4 years old, I didn't know any better. And that's pretty much the gist of it.

Hm, when I was young we had a dark gray cat named Oscar. Not really sure when he passed, but I'm sure I was too little to remember. Then, we had an orange cat called Punky. I think I was maybe in my pre-teen years when he left us.

Soon after that, a miracle happened. A black & white kitty came up to our door. We figured she was a stray so my parents let me keep her. I named her Misty (was thinking about Pokemon at the time :P). I loved her so much, she was like my best pal. This was back about when I was in middle school. However, in 2011, she got out once & didn't come accueil til a jour ou two later. I was relieved when she came home. Not long after that, she ran off again, but this time didn't come back. I'm still sad about it... I miss her so much.

EDIT: Oh, I forgot to mention Princess(who I also named). A girl my uncle works with had a cat who had babies, & she was giving them away, so he picked the smallest one in the group. She & my dad are like how Misty & I were. We l’amour her, but my dad especially. Princess is adorable(& can be kinda feisty sometimes).

But in 2012, a gray cat came up to me one jour outta nowhere & I assumed she was a stray, so I fed her. Since then, she's been coming around. She's so cute & super fast, so I decided to name her Harley. I still don't really know if she's a stray ou not since she doesn't montrer up every day, but it makes me happy when she does.

My first cat was a gray tabby male named Jasper. I don't really remember where we got him because I was in seconde grade back then but I remember that we had him for a while.During that time my family also got an orange colored male kitten named Oran. He was my favori and iI think he liked me best as well! But then we had to déplacer to a different neighborhood and my family couldn't take all of our pets so we ended up finding new homes for them. So far as I know, we never could find new homes for Jasper and Oran.:(

On a happier note, my family eventually found a house where we could keep plus than one pet so we ended up adopting two chatons that were found at our neighbor's doorstep.* They are both sisters and both are calicoes (brownxblackxwhite, grayxblackxwhite with black stripes).
My brothers and I tried to give them different names but they eventually ended up calling them par the names I gave them (Willow&Gray) SCORE!

A few months down the line both of them had their own litter of chatons (Our mom couldn't get them fixed at the time!) and we ended up keeping one of them (from Willow's litter!). She is a calico that plus closely resembles her aunt in her coloration but acts like her mother in her whininess (which is really annoying!). When she grew to be six months old, she had her own litter as well! We are considering keeping one of the male chatons (blackxwhite, extremely fluffy).