Pets
My mate had a rabbit that didn't last long - it commited suicide within a day or so by failing to properly execute a backflip and landing on his spine. Woops. He also had a couple mice that weren't actually both boys - they then split the litter so they thought they were with mum - the dad ate the kids shortly afterwards as mum watched from the other cage.

As for my pets, I currently have two cats and three dogs. The two cats live upstairs, entering and exiting the house by means of a wooden ramp my dad built, leading from the landing window to the garage roof below. They are, I swear, the laziest cats I have ever known.

As for the dogs, two scottish terriers and a crossbreed thing make for interesting viewing. Bruce, the male of the scottish terriers, has a habit of collecting underwear. We have no idea how he keeps finding all these socks, but he'll wander around the living room whining with said offending item in his mouth. My mum had to chase him around the garden once, as he went off with one of her bras.

Inka is the other scotty, slightly older but a rescue breeding bitch. She's nervous as anything but wags her tail manically at everything and sleeps on her back with all four paws resolutely in the air.

Hubba is the crossbreed, another rescue dog. Has a habit of trying to bite the stream of water from a hosepipe. Doesn't really work.

And an honourable mention to the deceased Sparkle, the small cat who decided a full grown pigeon was fair game, almost as big as he was. Fair play to the thing. Got run over a little while later :(
(Steg isn't drunk enough yet., Wed 13 Jun 2007, 21:05, Reply)