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My husband, my children, and I live with my grandparents. They both have dementia. We try to give my grandparents the life they are used to, so we have chickens. I awoke a few days ago to screaming chickens. My grandfather had snuck two mother hens and their two chicks into the house in a cardboard box. They escaped. My grandmother woke up and gave chase.
My step-mom brought home a cougar cub as a favor to a local animal sanctuary. Our house pets quickly hid for a few days. During supper, the thing jumped up onto the table, knocked all the milk over, and during the melee, began to maul my little niece (she wasn't hurt)! It somehow caught its claws in the table cloth and then dragged our entire meal into the next room.
When my dad was growing up, he and his brothers had a pet goat named Pamper (good for keeping the grass down). One night at the family dinner table, the brothers were noting that they hadn't seen Pamper in a few days. Grandpa took a bite from his meal and said, "Pamper's on your dinner plate, boys."
Growing up we always had pets. "Meow" was a tom that stuck closer to home than the others. One night, I heard my mom on the back porch, in full view of the neighbors, in dressing gown and curlers. She was banging a fork on a cat food can, calling "Meow" over and over. My sister and I were on the floor, gasping for air from laughing so hard!
I used to have a rat named Oskah when I was 12. He went everywhere with me: the skate park, library, DVD shop, beach (he liked to chase the little soldier crabs back into their holes). One time, I took him to the supermarket and a lady said, "Get that rat out of here! It's filthy and disgusting!" I indignantly said, "No, he's not! He's very clean, cleaner than you!"
My brother and I had hamsters growing up, but our favorite hamster finally died right before winter. Unfortunately the ground was too hard to dig her a grave so our parents decided to put her in a box in the downstairs freezer. That summer I was looking for ice cream and happened upon a box, opened it and found my very dead purple hamster. Terrified of dead things since.
My mom was allergic to most animals, so the only pets I had were three goldfish when I was 6. I loved them, so I fed them all the time, and ended up overfeeding them. Years later, I learned that my mom didn't have the heart to tell me I was killing the fish, so she would replace them! I noticed a spot on one of them once, and she said "You just saw it from the other side!"
I had my boyfriend coming over to meet my family for the first time,and as he pulled up and I greeted him outside,my overweight uncle busts out the front door (this is his usual dog walking routine btw) singing,wearing his briefs with construction boots,no shirt-and the cordless phone attached to his underwear while walking my dog, MORTIFIED.
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