Furkids and Skinkids

What a cute picture Pam. Both Christian and Trevor look so sweet together. :) When I was growing up we always had some kind of a pet in our house. We only had one dog though and about four cats at different times. The rest of the animals were rats, mice, guinea pigs, gerbils, fish, ducks, and many reptiles. My Mom is the true animal lover and she would convince my Dad to let us have pets. Now my Dad has become a big cat lover. I can't imagine my life without some kind of pet. Since I'm a real cat lover, I know that I'll always have at least 1 cat in my life. :)

thats a really cute pic, I was going to say the same as Gini, they both have the same color hair/fur!:D

Oh my goodness, when did Christian get to be such a big boy!!!!

(Opps, thats not a caption.. I just haven't seen a pic of him since he was very little. What a sweetie!)

I read an article awhile back about how it's good for children to have pets when they are young because it shows them how to be gentle and patient which also improves their relationships with other people.

Pam, it's such a lovely picture! A picture of true friendship and a deep understanding for each other. I bet Christian will remember Trevor when he's an adult! :)

My family always had cats & dogs and my two children (now grown) were raised by my SunnyKat for the first twenty years of their lives. Now I have responsibility for eight dogs - only four of my own (look out Mugsy:eek:) and 6 cats - two of my own (i've always taken in strays, those here who know me know that means two leggers also). Happy to say both children now have cats & dogs and my grandson of 3 yrs has never not had cats & dogs to play/sleep/eat with. Best way for a child to learn love, patience, kindness, beauty and all that's good - in a world that's not always so. Laurie

Oh yes, kitties in the house from the time I was old enough to remember, and both mom and dad loved them (though my mom was much goofier about it than dad!) Then I got married, and my new husband came from a one-dog always home, but we lived in rental units where you couldn't have pets. I always told him the day we bought a house would be the day I got a kitty, and fate stepped in beautifully - we hadn't even moved into our house yet (we were still painting it, etc.) and my (RB) Leticia Ratt was found and given to me. My husband always thought that it was a setup, that I had planned it beforehand, but it was just fate. He grudgingly accepted the kitty, but 2 years later, when we had our daughter, it started a chain of "sibling rivalry" behavior that persists to this day. I mean my daughter not accepting the cat, not vice versa. I sometimes think she was switched at the hospital with someone else's baby :D :D :p because she's nothing like my husband and I! She is definitely FASCINATED by animals, always has been, since she could talk, but she has always been MEAN to whatever cat we own. When she was 5, she cut the whiskers off of my girl kitty when I wasn't looking, and just LAUGHED about it when she got scolded. She used to get down on the floor and bark like a dog in the cat's face, just to bug her, and would startle the cat out of a sound sleep by making loud noises deliberately. Thankfully she never did anything really cruel, or I would have taken her to a psychiatrist immediately. Then girl kitty passed away 2 years ago and we inherited boy kitty, whom she had idolized and adored when he was Grandma's kitty, but now that I was showering him with affection, he became her rival. I tried to explain to her that she would never win the cat's trust unless she was CONSISTENTLY kind and quiet, because it took the kitty a while to get used to our entire loud family when compared to my mother-in-law's quiet, empty house. The kitty ended up not liking my daughter too much, so she decided to repay him in kind, I guess. She's almost 15 now (and an only child), and still has to annoy the cat at any opportunity, such as scaring him on purpose to watch him skitter across the hardwood floors, knocking into the chair he's sleeping on to wake him up, and just generally making loud noises at him for no reason. When I ask her why she does this, she just grins. She can be reduced to tears reading about animal abuse, and has her room plastered with pictures of dogs and horses, but just can't be nice to this one kitty. I guess my attempts to show her how to love an animal backfired into her jealousy.

By the way, that is a darling picture - so nice to see furkids and skinkids bonding so beautifully. (And I've been a Trevor fan for a while now - we had a big old orange kitty when I was growing up.)