(Yes, I know I mispelled 'animals') 

I currently have one dog and an unknown number of cats. Not that I can't count how many I have, but it depends on if you want to count the cats I feed outside or not. I have four indoor cats.

The indoor cats are refered to (at least here) as MushyKitty, EvilKitty, Intruder and ShoulderKitty. EvilKitty (name changed to protect the innocent) is part Siamese and crazy. MushyKitty (name changed to protect his dignity) is a tuxedo cat. Intruder is also a tuxedo cat. She showed up one day and, for no reason at all, decided to break into the house. Nothing would satisfy her until we finally let her in. She didn't even mind there being any dog around. ShoulderKitty is grey striped and loves to ride on people's backs and shoulders. She doesn't much like to be petted, but she loves riding up there.

I had a cat named Mo'(lasses) that was a completely black cat that decided to follow me home (despite the fact that one of my dogs was nearby). She mewed and mewed so cute... HOW COULD I SAY NO?! But she escaped out the door one day and disappeared.

Outside, there are 3-5 stray cats that show up to be fed at times. The main one is PorchKitty. PorchKitty has no other name (poor kitty!) and is awfully sweet. I don't know if he belongs to someone else and just likes to hang out here or if he's escaped from someone and found his way here. He's very affectionate and sometimes tries to come inside, though he hates the dog and flees when he sees her. Intruder doesn't like him and tries to beat him up when she slips outside. He's very puffy, in an overweight manner, so it seems likely that someone else is feeding him. He's awfully cute, too, looking rather more like a Japanese cat that I've seen online than a regular American one. If you saw him, you'd know what I mean. He's grey striped with white, almost like a tuxedo cat but with grey instead of black.

I've only got one dog now, my little Shih-Tzu mix died awhile back. He was old, but I was still sad. I'm still sad. The dog I still have is a German Shepherd/Rhodesian Ridgeback mix. And she's definitely insane. She steals my food that I thought I've put up where she can't get to it. But she manages acrobatics and gets things down off the counter. Sealed up containers of food, so she's not smelling them. And it's not like I don't feed her. Crazy dog.

All my animals are. I never get sweet, normal animals. Ah well!

Throughout my life, I've had literally dozens of pets. Usually cats or dogs, but I've had birds, fish, etc... I shall document them to the best of my memory.

Hickory, Dickory and Doc - These were FEEDER goldfish purchased when we lived in California (I was a little baby then) and which made the trip to Arizona in a three liter soda bottle. I don't remember Hickory or Dickory, since they lived the usual life-span of fish (oh, three or four years?), but Doc... Doc lived a good deal longer. At least a year or two, not to mention growing to be a rather LARGE goldfish. Doc even survived being thrown onto the floor. A mean son of one of my mother's... friends? aquaintances? was over for a visit and decided it'd be a good idea to take poor Doc and toss him onto the floor. Luckily, Doc was found in time to be put back into the tank and lived for a good while longer.

Beluga - Not a whale! My father was biking home from work and ran over what he thought was a rock. Of course, it turned out to be a turtle. In the middle of the city. Who knows how it got there. The turtle was brought home and I said I wanted to name him 'Beluga', since he had a white stripe on each side of his head. I'd been watching a Reading Rainbow or Sesame Street show recently (I think it was Reading Rainbow) that talked about Beluga whales and how Beluga meant white. After a call to the library, my mom confirmed this and the turtle was named Beluga. Beluga ate, as far as I can remember, assorted greens and the occassional insect. Crickets and large palmetto-bug type roaches would frequent the fallen leaves outside and would, sometimes, make their way INSIDE. These hapless insects would be put into Beluga's fishtank (fairly tall-ish) and the lid would be placed ontop, just in case. Beluga would slowly chase the insect around the aquarium, while the insect would sometimes get on Beluga's back and 'ride' to escape its fate. Alas (for the insect) Beluga had a fairly long neck (if you've never had a turtle, you wouldn't belive what long necks they actually DO have. Incredible!) and would eventually eat the insect anyway.

To Be Continued... (Eventually)