It's Cheech & Bob time!!!!
I've had a LOT of pets in my adult life, I guess because I was deprived of them as a child.
You see, my father grew up on a farm in Ireland & for a farmer there at that time, if an animal wasn't useful & earned it keep, it would no longer exist. (wasn't worth the potato it was fed they would say)
Into the sack & over the rail of the bridge,
Really
![Sad :( :(](/styles/smilies/icon_sad.gif)
So no pets.
Anyway, I've had a few pets that stood out, and my all time favorite was a Quaker Parrot named Francis.
This it she (the bird) & also her, (my wife (I painted that high as fuck, does it show?
![Smile :) :)](/styles/smilies/icon_smile.gif)
)
Francis would sit on her shoulder for hours, while she worked/cooked/cleaned & ate.
2nd place is
DOPEY!!!!
And 3rd & 4th are my chicken, Emelia & one of my 3 cats who is the nicest cat I ever met, Cheech.
Someday ( now? ) I'll write about how she (Cheece) got into my grow and ate some bud & went back upstairs to the kitchen and passed out on the floor. Like coma passed out (tongue was hanging out)
It came close to dying I think
I was going to take it to a vet, but I figured if it died and they did an autopsy I'd be fucked seeing as it being stuffed with weed, so no vet for her
![Sad :( :(](/styles/smilies/icon_sad.gif)
Anyway, she survived (I don't think she's going to eat anymorre herb though
And 4th, Amy the chicken.
She likes coming into the house and playing with the menagerie
![Smile :) :)](/styles/smilies/icon_smile.gif)