Our cat Fizler is up first. He's the one my mother traded an apple for. A little kid in her neighborhood was going door to door asking $20 stray kittens, but he settled for an apple.
Then there's Cooler the 2nd. He wandered into our new yard a couple of years ago, skinny as all get out. I lured him to me with a can of tuna, and he's never left my side, since.
Next up is Charlie, who was just by for a visit, and Zeke our 3 year old shelter mutt. He has an unnamed quality which compels strange women to ask to give him full body hugs, which he, of course, adores. This picture was taken after they had frolicked in the rain for about 30 minutes.
Then there's the old broad, Perchance (Percy for short). As of this October, she will be 21 years old. She is just now beginning to show the wasting of age, and she is mostly deaf and half blind from cataracts. She is a Jack Russell mix who sneezes great gobs of stuff out of her nose every time she awakes, but we love her anyway. She is also the dog that just won't die--bitten by a copperhead, hit by a car, lost for days or months at a time. Sometimes we think she was mixed with a cat.
By the way, I know someone who is looking for a home for a full-blood Weimaraner and a full-blood Beagle. PM me.
I love this thread because I love looking at dogs and cats. Thanks for starting it.
Karen



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