PICS! Hooray!

I finally managed to get some camera skillz. XD I have pics now! I show you...

Remember Princess?? Well, here's what she looks like:

The room she's in is mine, by the way. And that's a Boys will be Boyz poster closest to her in the background. XD I intend on annoying Pete with it. :p

Princess is probably one of the most skittish cats I know. As I said before, she's semi-wild and we got her for free at a yardsale. The first name she had was Hissy, poor little thing. And she was also called Flower. But that's not her name. It's Princess. :D

And the other pet I've blogged about before, Joey. He's my doggy. Here HE is:

Doesn't he have a nice face?? He kept blinking when he looked directly at the camera, so it isn't exactly a direct stare. He used to be really, really photogenic... but not anymore. Like I've said before, he's 7 years old now. But he's FILLED with boundless energy. I have another pic of him, too!
If that isn't cute... I don't know WHAT is!

And my other dog, Trixy... I've mentioned her before, too. Two pics of her:

"What?? What are you looking at?!" XD

I has other cats, too, besides Princess.
THIS is Roscoe:

He's our kitten. He found the little rope thing on the side of the camera, so that's why his paw's in the air. XD

And THIS is our siamese, Patter:

No one usually catches her playful side. BE GRATEFUL you got her playful side.
She is our OLDEST pet. I think she's 9 now. Or 10. I lost track. XD

And our last cat? Let's call him Puma. This is Puma:

Black thing, eh? He reminds me of what I think Mr. Kim looks like. XD

I have pics of our cockatiels, too!!!
Freddie and Baby. That's their names. Freddie's the gray and white one you won't be able to see very well. :p

That pic of Baby is WAY better! XD

And I have a couple more, then I shall call it quits for tonight's bloggin' session.
This is Joey AND Princess. TOGETHER! Remember when I said Joey grooms Princess??

See what I mean?! Joey does this all the time. But my LAST pic for you has to be the cutest shot EVER! Once-in-a-lifetime shot. If you don't think THIS is cute, I suggest you seek medical help immediately. And it wouldn't help to check your pulse, too. XD

CUTENESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*ahem*

I also have pics of myself now. HOORAY!
If you want a pic of me, tell me. I will NOT post my pic on my blog, where peeps I don't WANT to see it can see it. SUFFER, psychocreeps! SUFFER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That will be all.

CZYA

Joey

I said in one of the before blogs that I'd talk about my older dog, Joey, and since I have nothing better to do, so I shall.

It all began a couple years back, about... 2003. I remember that we were looking for yet another companion for our other dog, Izzi (who now belongs to one of my uncles), one that would be an inside dog. We turned to a website called PetFinder. There, we found out about a Chihuahua mix named Joey.

At the time, he was 3 years old. And when we went out to Burgaw, NC, to see about him, we learned he was found some time back, wandering down a dirt road, with nowhere to go. From his behavior, his foster mother believed he once belonged to someone who probably abused him.
But he had to be neutered, so we couldn't take him home right then. We had to wait until after his surgery and he had fully recuperated.

I still remember what I did the day before Joey's first day with us. Back then, I was in the 3rd grade and we went on an all-day field trip to Charlotte (NC), and all day, my mind kept wandering back to Joey.

That next day, about 10 AM, Joey was brought to our place. He was understandably nervous, as I recall, but it wasn't long before we got used to him.
But either the first or second night after we got him, I accidentally allowed Joey to pull one of his now-infamous escapes. We did get him back, after about an hour or so of him giving us the runaround.

Now, Joey is about 7, maybe 8 years old. But you wouldn't be able to tell that by his boundless energy.
Since that night, he's pulled countless more escapes. Between then and now, Joey has shared a house with two other dogs. The first one being our black Cardigan Welsh Corgi mix, Izzi, who had been there since I was about six years old, and after one of my uncles decided to take her to his own place, we got another dog, a Chihuahua/Pomeranian mix we named Trixy.
She has also escaped with Joey in the most recent attempts. Both dogs are pretty much inseperable, so much that they even respond to each other's names.

Two strange things about Joey:

• His bark is very deep for a Chihuahua; it sounds kinda like it was a German Shepherd barking instead of a Chihuahua mix.
• He seems to be waging a war against fleas. He grooms himself, Trixy, Princess (as I've mentioned in an earlier blog), and the furniture he's currently sitting at. It's quite weird.

And now you know about my older dog. :D :D

CZYA

:)

Today's my mom's birthday. Yippee!
And it's on a Tuesday, which means my own birthday will be on a Tuesday. Mmhmm.

Let's see...
My youngest cat clawed me last night... something painful.
Let me explain his story while we're on the subject...

He's a yellow tabby who was found in a car's engine... I think.
We took him home.
Yeah, not much. Little rambunctious thing.
We recently learned he was male, so we named him Roscoe. Yep.
And my mother calls him "Roscoe P. Coltrane."
Guess where that's from in your comment. ;)

And tomorrow is Wednesday... I have to spend an hour on a computer there, so I'll probably be on here less than usual... just so one knows.

CZYA

Princess... the Cat

Alright... I left a comment on the blog belonging to Nonohoicha, the gal formerly known as Phika (XD) that said my next blog would be about my cat... so, I shall!

Let's go ahead and get something straight: I have FOUR cats... one is Siamese, the other three are tabbies. Variations of tabbies. A black tabby, a brown tabby, and a yellow tabby. The one I'm speaking of is the BROWN tabby.

We found her at, of all places, a YARD SALE. Where everything was FREE. She was sitting in a cage with two siblings, and she was the sickly runt... I think. She was also semi-wild. And she went to great lengths to make sure we knew that.
Hence her first name... "Hissy." Poor cat had to live with that name for a very long time. We eventually moved her from a small HAMSTER cage... to a bigger RABBIT cage, as she got bigger. And I was always the one who let her out to explore. So she started warming up to me. I liked that. :)

We recently renamed her "Princess," and that what she's been known as ever since. Better than her old name.

She is, quite simply, MY cat. She likes me a lot... inside the house, she's the only one that will allow me to come anywhere close to her. She turns into a purr motor when I take her into my room... she likes it there. Not really sure why.
Perhaps it's because my dog really likes her. My older dog, Joey (I'll be sure to blog his story at a later date) warmed up to her as well... being that he's waging an all-out WAR against fleas, he grooms her almost every time they encounter each other. I like that, too. So they are MY dog and MY cat. Yes, it seems selfish, but it wasn't my choice... I just love animals.

So, yeah. That's Princess.

:)
CZYA