Are they your pets, like members of your family, or guard dogs left outside?
Are they the wild creatures in your backyard or neighbourhood?
Do you only see animals on David Attenborough documentaries or at the zoo?
Do you ever travel to National Parks to see wild animals in their natural habitats?
How well do you feel you know and understand the nature of animals?
I have inside pets and also outside strays that I feed.
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Me too. :)
My cat sleeps eats and lives in my world up close. she is my family, my closest companion and her own person too.
That's one of the things I love best about cats. Sometimes I think people might actually be better if they could be more like animals... the honesty of them... we always know clearly where we stand with them.
Very. They are the animal family that meshes with the human one.
Thank you. I'm enjoying the way so many of us share this deep pleasure. How poor our lives would be without our animals!
They are my pets and I treat them like the gifts that they are to me.
My dogs are my best friends, they love me and would. give their lives to protect me. They are family. They. Will never sleep outside. Unless we are camping.
How close? Oh brother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My pets have always been like my children. I treat them almost as well....and I say almost because I don't cook for them and when I have an emergency I have to board them.
I would too if I had dogs. Would love to as I grew up with them. I have to content myself with asking permission to pet or play with other people's dogs at markets, parks, beaches etc. It's the one issue on which my husband is unbendable - and I have to acknowledge he has a good reason. We have a wild herd of wallabies living here and our place is the only safe habitat for miles around.
In Australia, most farmers keep their working dogs outside in all weathers - with a kennel for each dog, but either chained or yarded. I intensely dislike the custom but they seem to think it's essential for keeping the dogs keen and tough in their work -- also, control of the dogs protects wildlife and prevents breeding with dingos.
Out cat is spoilt silly, free to do exactly as she pleases.
She rewards us with keeping down the mice and rats, and lots of cuddles, purrs, and play.
Birds native to my country. Here, they fly through the deserts in flocks of thousands, nomadically following the best sources of grass seeds. From the stripes near their crowns, I'm guessing yours might be not yet a year old. Is that so? Looks like you have a nice spacious aviary for them. How lovely to enjoy their colors and kissy-chirruping sounds!
I guess that means your hairs get mixed up together on the couch.
The roach in my room don't count right? What about the rat stealing food from the kitchen?
Very close. They are pampered pets, but I don't give them human status. They are still animals.
Yep. I think they definitely do count. I know two women who have very
I know two women who have entertaining relationships with rats. One is a Goth called Bess, who keeps Cedric and Philomena, husband and wife, in her pockets whenever she goes out. She kisses them on the nose and pulls them out when it's safe to let them play and give them environmental enrichment. When Philomena appeared to be overdue in her pregnancy, Bess took her to the vet to be induced. Unfortunately, the vet was in the middle of a dinner party, and it didn't help that his cat found the rat intensely interesting. The dinner party afforded his
One is a Goth called Bess, who keeps Cedric and Philomena, husband and wife, in her pockets whenever she goes out. She kisses them on the nose and pulls them out when it's safe to let them play and give them environmental enrichment. When Philomena appeared to be overdue in her pregnancy, Bess took her to the vet to be induced. Unfortunately, the vet was in the middle of a dinner party, and it didn't help that his cat found the rat intensely interesting. The dinner party afforded his guests many opportunities for raillery, as he ran up and down the stairs all evening to check on the rat's labour and protect her from the cat's attempts to circumvent security, eventually succeeding in being a midwife to 13 hairless and blind little squirmers. Bess later told me that the vet was the nicest man she'd ever known and that Cedric was very proud of his brood.
Another is a friend of mine, Menkit, who is an ardent animal liberationist and who lives on the edge of wilderness. One day she heard squeaks which signified a rat and her babies had made a nest somewhere in her car. She was terrified of starting the engine in case it might hurt the rats. Attempts to locate them failed, so she set a trap which could catch them unharmed. It worked and she took the mum and litter into her house and made a home for them in a large cardboard box. Now she had a cat too, Cicero whom she had rescued from the brink of death from an infestation of ticks. Cicero was equally concerned with the litter, but for different reasons. So Menkit decided that she had to abandon her animal activism and earning her living as a vegan cook to stand guard over the litter until it was old enough for independence, about 4 weeks. All went well until the babies got a little older and more able. Then one of them made it to the top of the box and fell out onto is head. It got brain damage. Menkit decided that she was now responsible for this one for the rest of its life, since it could never survive on its own. She came to me to see if I could help her make a spacious cage. I adapted an old rabbit hutch. She was delighted when the rats were installed in their wire palace under her cottage. Things seemed ok until a python turned up. Now they seemed very stressed, and so did Cicero. She agonized over what to do. Menkit moved the cage and its inhabitants up to the very edge of the wilderness, sheltered under a large rock, and visited daily with fresh water and a well-balanced and nutritious diet. The babies grew rapidly and began hunting for ways out endlessly restless. She began to feel sorry for them trapped there. Finally she let them loose. The next day the same mother rat ( by the markings) was back in her car making a nest in the glove box.
