Nostalgia

Already posted this on my Facebook, but what the hey. I have very goofy moments of looking at my pets when they were babies and getting all "Aww". I can only imagine how it will be when I have human kids. So anyway after some picnik'ing figured I could share with y'all.

We got Boots and Smokey from my aunt when we were newlyweds. They're only a month apart in age, both turning/turned six this year. Boots is a noisy and cranky cat, Smokey is a sweet dog/human like cat.

Sirius came to us in July 2007, literally. We were getting out of our car after working 2nd shift, when we heard dogs barking and saw this tiny black kitten. My husband called for him, and he jumped into his arms. I grabbed him from the hubby, took him inside, fed him, bathed him, and loved him immediately. He's been with us ever since, even though my husband nor I officially said we're keeping him.

Scooter is our first dog, after deciding on a breed and hunting for a breeder, we picked him. Originally named Cuteness, I went with friends to pick him up. Only to find his home wasn't any sort of home for a pet. He was filthy, so bad I had a hard time holding him. His parents were outside in a chicken coop. All the other puppies were in crates. There was no way I was backing out of this, after he was bathed I brought him home. He never had separation anxiety, and has been attached to me since day one. Now after all this time we've come to understand he was abused. He's terrified of children (the kids there were forced to care for the dogs) and men. He has stranger anxiety, but once he gets to know you he loves you. We call him little Marley (after the book/movie), during training when he'd misbehave the trainer would just laugh at him. He was too cute for her to scold.

When Socks was four weeks old his mother abandoned him. We took him home from my mother in laws and bottle fed him. He was too young to even poop or pee on his own. He's Scooter's best friend, and my husband's cat through and through. He has no interest in me, except when he's hungry or lonely. But he loves to sleep on me, and tries to nurse on my blanket (arm, leg, the couch, anything.) He's the craziest not-cat cat you can ever have.