I kind of have two households of pets: my house here where I live with my fiance, and my parents place in Vermont where my family pets live. First, my household:
Marilyn, the little fuzzball who we've had since the day she was born, and who loves to cuddle:
Cy, who wandered up on our doorstep one night and got to stay because she was
such a bad cat that I didn't think anyone else would want her:
"Black Cat" a.k.a. Oldcat, a really ancient old lady who has lived in the woods behind our house since before we lived here and who took me six months to tame; she's a sweety now, though, she sounds like a frog when she meows:
The Kingsnake, a wild-caught eastern that we've had for about two years after a friend couldn't care for her anymore; she's about four foot and very friendly but a very poor eater; she likes pockets:
My snake, a Florida Blue Garter named Osceola, about two years old and I've had her since she was four months; this is an old picture and she's a lot more blue now:
We also have an adult Bearded Dragon, but I don't have a recent photos of her.
And my parents' household:
Mike, the "family dog;" big, sweet, dumb, protective mutt:
Zelda, a really loving and incredibly smart Lab that my Mom rescued from an abusive situation; here she's attacking me with love:
My almost-12-year-old baby, Teddy; he doesn't do much but lay around the house and beg for tummy-rubs these days, but he's still pretty healthy:
My little sister's butterball, Oscar, who hardly ever makes a sound but is a total ham:
And Blackgirl/Mommacat, Marilyn's mother and a ruthless killer of all things small and fuzzy: