Well, that makes it pretty clear then: your kids need a pony.

Doesn't live inside, doesn't use a litterbox, doesn't keel over after one year, can be petted. It's perfect.

My step-mother refused to have the animals inside, so my father, who was a big old softy, built a condo for the cats on the front deck, with bedding and a heat lamp. (The dogs already had a chalet).

What we really need is a cow, and ability to pasteurize milk.

My step-mother refused to have the animals inside, so my father, who was a big old softy, built a condo for the cats on the front deck, with bedding and a heat lamp. (The dogs already had a chalet).

My father was like unto a Disney Princess where animals were concerned. Wild and domesticated, they flocked to him. It was really sweet.

My parents did the same thing! After years of "when I was young, our pets only ate table scraps," my mom now treats her new cat like a king.

My dad bitched and moaned constantly about the animals - "they've never yet found a cat skeleton up a tree" was his response when the cats were missing or treed.

He still does. But if you catch him when he doesn't think anyone's around, he postively dotes on Lucy. He'll carry on whole conversations with her, responding as if she'd been answering him. And once I moved away, he calls me a lot more than he ever used to, and half the time I swear it's just to tell me to say hi to the dog.

Mom, Cindy made me miss "Uncle Lennie" again! Sniff... Not that I still don't want to be interrogated by Mike Logan...but CI is so not the same! And ita pushed my Hill Street button. Don't let anybody tell you your teenaged viewing habits don't affect you. I was horribly imprinted by "The Pizza Man" at a formative stage and now if a character doesn't have a drinking problem or tons of personal issues, I can't love him. EHC is too damn funny! Never been earwormed by the sound, ita, but I heard VO a lot over the Shiavo case.

snakes and iguanas are pettable.

then there is always Furby, but you might want to shield the kids from [link]

So at 4:15 this morning, I'm awakened by by a tongue licking my face. It was Max. The friendliest he's ever been, and that's saying a lot.

Maybe he wanted breakfast (we've finally got him to stop jumping on the counter -- most of the time -- while we're fixing kitty meals), except that Hubs usually has breakfast duty (I usually have dinner duty).

And FTR, I've found that scooping the litterbox isn't usually a big deal. Scoop whenever the kitchen garbage can liner gets changed (about every 3 days, for us).

Awww. He wuvs you!

snakes and iguanas are pettable

They can carry Salmonella, though.

Cindy, we always had a dog growing up. We were *supposed* to be the main care givers but when I moved out on my own and got my first dog that was truly mine, I realized how much slack my parents were cutting us kids in the care and feeding of a dog. To kids, dogs are for playing. For parents, they are taking to the vet, cleaning up poop and vomit, bathing and worrying about.

It's kind of like babysitting vs. having your own kid.

I am very disappointed in you people. Half a moring of cat-discussion and not one of you has copped to imbuing your pet with your own personality!

I will be the designated copper. I have a talkative, furtive, paranoid cat, and am all three of those personality traits. I am, however, smart enough not to fall for the cat-equivalent of the Hidden Ball Trick, and I do not tend to run so fast that I crash into walls.

Alas that I do not have a fuzzy belly, for the greater raspberrying of all.

then there is always Furby, but you might want to shield the kids from [link].

BWAH! Actually, my kids would probably find that hysterically funny.

Mom, Cindy made me miss "Uncle Lennie" again! Sniff

I hear ya, babe.

EHC is too damn funny!

Did you see the first one? CR was narrating a bit about when he got into Corleone Jr. High. I wish I could remember the line that killed us, but basically, it was about his mother thinking he'd get a better education, because it was a white high school. At any rate, in the narration, Rock says something along the lines of "not a Harvard-type education, just a not-sticking-up-a-liquor-store-type education."

Neither Scott's family nor mine had much money, when we were growing up. Scott's one of nine kids and they grew up in a housing project in their town. By comparison, we had a lot more, because I was the only child. But my dad worked for himself, both my parents are children of The Great Depression, so we always felt poor, you know. My word, that made us laugh so hard it hurt.