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.

Half a moring of cat-discussion and not one of you has copped to imbuing your pet with your own personality!

Given my cats, it would not be very flattering to me. This morning, Mister Kitty drooled on my head, had to be shown there was food in the dish, it was just a different dish and mournfully howled because he couldn't find me because I was in the shower. Where I am every morning. Which he knows. Devi turned to dash away from me and clonked her head on the doorjamb (I think she has spacial issues,) bit my calf and had to be put back up on the counter where her food is three times because she kept forgetting it was up there.

sara, you without a doubt have short bus cats. poor cute things.

I am nothing like any of my pets now or in the past.

You've met them! They are sweet, and sometimes fiendishly clever, but you can still tell their brains are walnut sized. OK, MK isn't terribly clever.

Actually, Uncle Lennie was a better uncle...I saw him a lot more often. My uncles are...not reliable, and could be called losers, at least interpersonally. Yeah. I loved it ,Cindy.