It's Raining Cats and Dogs!



Meet Roberta, Bacchus, my cats, and Hans, my dog.




Meet Roberta!!
My roommate and I found Roberta near a Spanish restaurant. She was so cute, rolling around on the sidewalk, and we asked around to see if anyone was feeding her. No one was, and we figured she was dropped off, so we took her in. First, she was "Elizabeth" until we thought we saw little furry testicles, so then we called her "Bert." Then we realized that all that trilling and rolling around meant that she was in heat, so she became "Roberta" (and got spayed). Her hair never fully recovered from being shaved for the surgery, so she always looks a little strange now (earning her the not-too-flattering nickname "Monkey-butt"). But she is lovely, and she gives me the sweetest looks.

That was a couple of years ago. She has been a delight ever since! She will adopt a spot to occupy for months at a time (except to eat and use the litter box). Then, all of a sudden, she moves. Weird. I once thought I'd have to surgically remove her from the side of my old computer.



Meet Bo (Ms. Bojangles)!!
Although Bo looks very sweet, she is really a hellion. I mean that in the kindest possible way. She is particularly fond of attacking the other cats, earning her the accompanying phrase, "Bo knows ambush." She enjoys tormenting Roberta especially, and they often do the "Kitty 500" around the house, although they no longer do it at 3:00 a.m. Bo also enjoys playfully biting the crap out of your ankle and calf as she rubs against your legs.

Bo does have her sweet moments. Her favorite lovey time seems to be right when I come out of the shower, when I hear her wailing outside the bathroom door. Then, she proceeds to rub abainst my wet legs, leaving lots of fur behind, and purring very loudly! She is also known as the "self-petting cat" because I frequently wake up in the middle of the night feeling her rub her head against my hand and getting my limp hand to rest on top of her head. Then she walks forward and my limp hand goes along her back and it looks (and must feel) like she's being petted (or is that pet?). Anyway, it's a little strange. Here it looks like she's trying to hide from the sun ("Don't bother me. I'm napping!"):





Meet Bacchus!!
This is my big guy, Bacchus. Bacchus got his name by trying to lick the inside of my bottle of Labatt's Blue when I got him, so he became my own personal God of Wine (Beer) and Revelry (and I do mean revelry). Besides, "Dionysis" was a bit of a mouthful! He is one of those kitties that likes to be "in" things: boxes, laundry baskets, your lap, and as you can see, sinks.

Bacchus is my top cat. He is allowed to go outside to patrol the yard, but he does enjoy being indoors, especially in the summer. Here's Bacchus looking like the top cat:

Looks pretty satisfied, doesn't he? He is a wonderful companion, although he seems to prefer the company of dogs. He loves me, but he ADORES Bob (probably has something to do with Bob having the same color beard as Bacchus' own fur).

One more of Bacchus being very cute (which is not hard for him):




Meet Hans!!

This is my best friend Hans. He is a Weimaraner, which is a German hunting dog. He is intelligent, loving, and he has an imagination and a sense of humor. Get to know him a little better by clicking here.




Bandy
Born: approx. April 1, 1997
Moved to next life: January 24, 1998

This is my beloved Bandy. She came into my life when she was 3 months old and she was taken from me when she was only 10 months old.

Bandy showed up in my backyard one day. I found out that she'd belonged to a neighbor, but they didn't want her. She seemed to like it at my house, and my roommates agreed to let me keep her. She was a master thief, and the biggest thing she stole was my heart. The next biggest thing was a homemade cheeseball made by my roommate's mother.

She had the sweetest angel face, and very delicate kisses. Nibbling was another story. She used to nibble my ears in the middle of the night sometimes. Mostly, she slept under the futon at night.

On her last day, we went to PetSmart and everyone told her how pretty she was. Then we went up to a friend's house in the country. She romped and played with Hans all evening, ate ribs and chicken and had a wonderful night. The last time I saw her alive, she stood up near the bonfire and growled at something in the distance. A few minutes later, she'd disappeared. She didn't come when I called. I searched and searched. Finally, we tried the nearby highway, and that's where I found her. Someone had hit her on the road.

I miss you so much my sweet angel! Please come back to me someday. I still feel your little kisses on my nose, and your fur on my face. Your short life contained so many blessings for me. May your next life be long and joyous, my angel pie!