Bubba & Sissy
Unfortunately I don't keep very good records on our fur-babies. I know we've
had Bubba and Sissy since the Christmas of '94, and got them when they
were 3 weeks old. I met the owner by chance, and she mentioned a
stray had given birth under her house during a flood. Brian and
I went over to see the litter and Bubba attached to me immediately. However,
I had wanted a female cat and we thought Bubba was a boy. That was when we
picked out Sissy, who we thought was a girl, rolling in the dirt and ants
off to the side. We only planned to keep the one that turned out to be
female (though we knew that would never happen). We started calling them
Bubba and Sissy, for lack of better names. A week later, the vet told us
they were both girls. Two weeks after that, the vet told us they were both
boys. Well, they're both still boys (sort of), Bubba still loves me, and Sissy is still
outside rolling in the dirt and the ants.
9/03
We have finally moved to a place we will stay for a good long while, and Sissy has left us. He has
stayed with us for so long. We don't think he could handle Kierani being here, though he mostly lived outside anyway.
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In Loving Memory of
Squirt
Squirt was our turtle of 8 years. She finally succumbed to captivity and got soft shell.
The doctor said she lived longer than most and her best chance of survival was to let
her go in the wild. We released her where there were other turtles thriving and hope
she is still sunning herself on a rock there.
Marbies
Marbles Murray (Marbies) joined the family in the summer of 1997, I think. I set out to get a
Chihuahua and made an appointment with a woman in the paper to see some. They
brought out 2 Chihuahuas and Marbles, and reminded me of the Simpson's characters
that travel in the old truck full of road kill. Well, they
didn't have much road kill, but the truck was about
the same, the woman was smoking like a chimney, and the daughter was about to
burst with child. The Chihuahuas looked half dead/beaten and Marbles ran around like she
had no brains and cared about nothing. Marbles was 6 months old,
really cute tripping on her long ears, and I couldn't stand to let her go back
with these people. So we brought her home and she still runs around like she
has no brains most of the time. Except when she wants to go for a walk (if we're
dressed and all standing up, she must be going for a walk) and if she's hunting
Sissy. She is 28 pounds of Sissy-pouncing-muscle. She's pure
breed half-and-half Basset Hound and Dachshund.
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