Heavy Petting

At the present time, I live alone, that is unless you count my pets.

Now I will wax lyrical upon each of them in different posts I imagine but for now it will suffice to say that coming home to what is in effect a furry family is what makes living alone bearable. When I have been in a funk and come home to my cats acting the clown or my dog jumping around looking for attention, it’s a mood enhancer like no other, except sex. I’m now thinking that mentioning sex and my pets in the same sentence may have been a mistake.

I have a dog, Milly. She’s a Chihuahua and whilst she may be little, she has a big attitude! Milly came to me via an old lady who used to go into hospital a fair bit and I would dogsit seeing as I was always around Chihuahuas, given my mums predilection for them. One day the old lady went into hospital and never came back. So that was how Milly became mine. She is ever so slightly dog aggressive and protective of me. Quite what she thinks she is going to be able to do when it does kick off is beyond me. Still, she has brought mirth to the streets of Chatham, as people like to point and laugh at me when I walk her.

I also have 2 cats, Leia and Padme. Way back in 2006, I was wandering around Gillingham and decided to take the weight off my feet on a bench outside a church. There was a chav-tastic couple of alkies just moving off as I sat down. They left a box behind, and I called after them. They replied, through an alcoholic and body odour fug that they didn’t want them and I could drown them if I wanted to. I had no idea what they were talking about until I opened the box and saw 7 kittens inside. Right there and then my heart melted and I was utterly in love. I knew I couldn’t take all of them so I took the box to the cat rescue place nearby and I kept the 2 girls and the 5 boys were rehomed. Since then Leia and Padme have provided me belly laughs and scares by acting the fool, and for no other reason then to see the look of sheer terror on my face, jumping off the wardrobe onto me.

I also have a hamster named Icy. He came to me via the more conventional pet shop route. Icy is a chilled dude and likes nothing more than running in his wheel and munching banana chips. He is also quite fond of pooing and pissing in my hand

As well asd that rodent, I have 2 mice named Daala and Jaina. Now they were 2 proper escape artists buit now they are in a (hopefully) escape proof plastic tank. They are intelligent animals and come up the sides of their cage to greet me.

So why am I on this pet related flight of whimsy? I’ve gone exotic with my next pet. Having visited several reptile shops and spoken to a few keepers, I have plumped for….a scorpion, and when the petshop I favour next get them in, they are going to reserve me one. It’ll either be a Emperor or a Flat Rock variety.

Pics when I get it.