Just a thought: Does anyone out there have memories of their favourite pet, and reasons why they might have earned that “favourite” title?
Moira
Hi Moira My favourite pet was a great big tabby cat called smokey. He was our family cat from when I was about 4. He was a really grumpy, stubborn, aloof cat and yet he let me put one of my dolls dresses on him, put him in my dolls pram and push him around for hours! Thanks for the question, it’s made me sit and think of lots of good times and bought a smile to my face on a dull grey afternoon! What was your favourite pet? Zoe
Moira - A Hamster called ‘Topo Gigio’. Can’t remember why I called it that - I seem to ‘remember’ that it was called after something ‘else’ that I was fond of but that was ‘nigh on’ 46 years ago! I still feel a bit ‘sad’ as he had disappeared and was found ‘dead’ by my (late) mother in the washing machine after it had been on a cycle - he had probably been ‘hungry’, and crawled in there looking for food.
Marcus.
Mine has to be a black cat we had when I was 4 and she died when I was 18. Her name was Sooty. She would never come in the house and would only eat if we fed her outside and she would only ever sit with me or my Dad on our laps.
She was a lovely cat and she always knew if I was upset and my Dad found her one morning in her favourite spot in the garden. At the time I was living with my boyfriend (now husband) and I still remember the day my Dad rang and told me that she was no longer with us.
To this day I wont call any of my animals Sooty casue no one could replace her.
Allie xxx
My rabbit, Snowy. She was very tame indeed: she was housetrained; came when I called her; teased the dog; ate my sandwiches and nudged and cuddled like a cat. She died when she was 8 and I was 15. She was gorgeous. Childhood pets are soooo important.
Hello again, especially Zoe, Marcus, Rapunzel, Allie & Deb. I was so interested in what everyone’s favourite pets were that I had forgotten to try and think of my own. I still live at my Mum’s house and over the years my sisters & I have had loads of pets. I suppose that the best must be one (or all) of three main ones: There was Hartley, the rabbit that we could walk on a lead, was ‘free range’ in the garden, but who came in when called.
Then there was Betsy, our (fat!) hamster who squeeked when it was convenient for HER to come out.
Then there was Zak the collie cross who was hilarious as he really looked down on people and looked so disdainfully at us if we ever tried to give him a treat or talk to him. If only they could live forever - but maybe not, with all of the poor creatures that are in rescue centres. Thanks to all who replied!
Take care,
Moira
[quote=moseleygirl]Hi Moira My favourite pet was a great big tabby cat called smokey. He was our family cat from when I was about 4. He was a really grumpy, stubborn, aloof cat and yet he let me put one of my dolls dresses on him, put him in my dolls pram and push him around for hours! Thanks for the question, it’s made me sit and think of lots of good times and bought a smile to my face on a dull grey afternoon! What was your favourite pet? Zoe[/quote
Snap Moira, My favourite pet was Bill, a large tabby cat who I grew up with. I dressed him in dolls clothes too and he scratched me when he tired of being dressed and pushed around in my doll’s pram. We also had his mum arrive as a stray (apparently) and when she died my mum told me ‘Mum cat went with the snow’. Of course being a canny young thing aged around 3, when it started to snow the following year I ran indoors and said merrily, "it’s snowing perhaps Mum cat would come back now. I don’t remember any of this but I do remember Bill. That’s why I chose a tabby when we visted our local cats protection and brought home Tigga. Must say he is much gentler than Bill.
Wendy
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I’m do glad I wasn’t the only person to dress my cat up and push him around in a pram!!
We have chickens - much under-rated as pets I think. Ours have lovely female names like Rachel and Janice. They are wonderfully air-headed and simple, with very few rules other than a strict hierarchy (Rachel is head chicken - or The God-Chicken as we call her). They all have their own personalities (air-headed and simple ones…). Whenever I feel low, I go sit with them and feed them a treat - they have a calming influence and it is hard to feel stressed out when in their company. Oh and they give me eggs as presents.