My fur kids in order of age -
1. Miss kitty is our youngest fur kid, a little tiny former feral tabby kitten we adopted through a local rescue. She is a little thing, but keeps the others on their toes by sneaking up and whacking the others and running like crazy to get under something before they catch her. She is devoted to DH and will not sleep anywhere but on 'dad' at night. Her favorite activity...playing "zippy cat"
2. Greda is a stubby blue austrailian cattle dog (Blue Heeler) who was taken from an abusive SOB, who so terrorized her that it took me weeks to walk normally near us instead of belly crawling in terror. She will be a treasured friend for life to make sure she remembers that humans can be a good thing. She is the most gentle soul I have ever dealt with. Too bad she had to have such a horrible start in life. Anything that even sound violent can set her to shaking, so we have to be careful what DH watches on TV, because of Greda.
3. The biggest fur kid. Yukon King. He was taken into foster care after his previous owner broke his nose in front of a deputy sheriff, owner went to jail and that is when King and I met. The vet says he is German Shepard, Malamute, Husky, and at least a little wolf since her has white teeth. (Full blood dogs have yellow teeth.) after adopting him, he earned his keep but alerting me to impending seizures. He is ten this year, and bothered by arthritis and a back injury from falling out of our van and landing on his tail. ( He ' missed' while jumping in) King is my first dog and now I can't imagine life without him.
4. Our oldest fur kid is Bruno, my Norwegian Forest cat. I have had Bruno since he was five weeks old since that was his age when he was surrendered for euthanasia because he is a black cat born on 9/11/2001, and the breeder was 'afraid someone would hurt him if they knew when he was born'. He is getting old now, his whiskers are turning white, and his armpits have gone gray. When he was five months old he was sleeping in a sunny window in Texas, and stretched and rolled over and fell out of the window hitting a table edge with his back as he fell. After three days unable to walk, he recovered, but has a ruptured disk in his back, so no one picks up Bruno or he will bite because it hurts. I have to say that I am owned by Bruno. If he wants something, he will walk up into whatever I am doing and start poking me in the arm until I pay attention to the cat. He will take me to whatever in his world is not perfect, such as hair floating in his water dish, or his food dish is no longer heaped and therefore even though he has at least two more cups of food to eat, he feels he is in danger of starving. Lol! Enjoy the pictures of our fur kids doing what comes naturally.