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Metope:

He may look like a lion, but he thinks he's a leopard.

Liz:
Oh my god Kris that is the cutest cat. I want him.

Metope:
Oh Liz, don't even go there! He's mine!

redglasscurls:
This is my sweet sweet dog with the worst name! We adopted her from the shelter and they'd named her Princess there >.<
I would love to have her at my apartment, because she is very bonded to me and my parents don't have much time to play with/walk her, but there is a 20lb limit for pets in the building. She weighs about 75, so no-go :(

0bsessions:
God, I hate ferrets. I had one for a while, but they're just terrible. They smell like ass and they get into everything. My old roommate had ferrets that wandered the house. I once caught one of them trying to chew on shit in my amp. Fucking little terrors.

In my life, I have lived with (In chronological order):

A chocolate lab named Mandy, died by the time I was like three or four.
A cat named figarro. Ran away around the same time Mandy kicked off.
A golden lab named Brandon. Had him from the age of about four to seventeen. I adored him.
A husky named Sheila. While not as awesome as Brandon, she was gorgeous and a sweeheart. We got her when I was like seven and she died when I was about fifteen or sixteen.
A cat named Harry, who belonged to my sister, we got when I was like eight or nine. He died sometime in my late teens.
A cat named Baghera. She was my cat and I loved her muchly. We got her when I was maybe eleven and she died in the summer of 2006, right after I moved back to my hometown. She stayed with my mom when I moved out and she basically hid in the basement waiting to die and only really moved when I came down.
A cat named Pooh-kei. My brother's cat. We got her like two years after Baghera. She's still doing quite well, though she's practically blind. Despite being blind and declawed, she still catches mice like mad.
A ferret named Leia. She didn't last long, she developed a tumor after like two years.
A cat named Frederick. My mom got him shortly before I moved out back in like 2004, I think. He died just about a year ago, had a blood clot. My mom's still not quite over it.
A pair of ferrets my roommate had.
A pair of cats with FIV or whatever it's called. They had AIDs, one had downs syndrome and used to drool on the couch a lot.
A kitten named Parrot my other roommate got when the first one moved out. He was a brat.
A pitbull/rotty named Butters. My ex and I adopted her together in 2005 when we decided to move in together. We agreed early on that should we break up, she'd keep her, but it hurt like hell. I loved that dog to death.
An italian greyhound named Scooby. My last roommate before moving to Boston had him and I fucking hated it. The dog was a little shit and I cannot fucking stand him.

Unfortunately, pets aren't allowed in my building, so it ends there.

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