Uh, let’s see… there’s our dog, Bruno, our “Wal*Mart parking lot special”… three cats, a Siamese named Reese, a Siamese/Tabby named Zoe, and the brat cat named Casey… a turtle named Oscar (she’s actually a girl turtle, but my son said it looked like an Oscar)… three murderously aggressive tiger barbs (Tigger, Tiger, and Tiger-eye) who killed off every other fish in the tank except for Mr. Cat, the catfish, and they only let him live so HE can clean the tank… and the most recent additions to the family, two gerbils named Chip and Sam, bought to heal the void caused by the recent death of Hopper, my son’s first gerbil who led a charmed life. Casey, the brat cat, had a relentless urge to “have Hopper over for lunch” and once nearly succeeded.
The funny part is, after we buried Hopper in the backyard (mind you, we live in the country, so my husband dug a two-foot deep grave for a GERBIL to avoid having coyotes or other cats trying to dig him up!) we have often seen Casey sitting at a respectful distance from the grave. None of the other cats ever go near it, nor our dog. Mourning, perhaps? Who knows, cats are weird anyway!