Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Pet Compendium

In light of recent events, I find myself thinking back on all of the animal friends in my life that have passed over the Rainbow Bridge. It is a bittersweet mix of happy memories and sadness that they are gone.

Buster and Bonnie
The very first animals I remember having in the house were a pair of zebra finches named Buster and Bonnie. They had the cutest chirps and I loved Buster’s bright orange cheeks.

"We may be siblings, but that doesn't mean we are going to stop
trying to have babies together!" – Buster and Bonnie
Occasionally, we let them out to fly around the house. One time when I was four or five, I let them out and they flew into the Christmas tree and tried to nest in it. I thought it AWESOME. They were just like my own personal kick-ass Christmas movie animals. Like when Chip and Dale live in Mickey’s Christmas tree. My parents didn’t seem to share my enthusiasm as they tried to return them to their cage.
But Mom! Why CAN'T they live in the tree?!
The first pet that actually "belonged" to me was Marbles. He was a light grey tiger cat that was super cuddly; however, he was clearly mentally challenged. He walked into walls, had issues landing on his feet when he fell, and couldn’t climb trees…mostly he just jumped at the trunk and hung there
with a look of triumph on his face like, “Hey! I just climbed me a tree! Did you see that?!”
Hence the name Marbles. As in, he had lost them all.
His favorite place to sleep was a spot he hollowed out in my boxspring. I used to lay my baby sister on the floor and run my hand along the underside of the boxspring. He would spaz out while he chased my fingers and she would giggle.
Yeah...that's true...
My next cat was named Rosie. She was also a grey tiger cat, but she was kind of an aloof bitch. But she was laid back enough to let my little sister “carry” her around the house sometimes. At least until the tick incident…
Oh you poor cat, you had no idea what was to come...
Stephis had just learned all about checking for ticks and bugs at school, so she would help mom find them on the cat when she came in. One day, Rosie was standing on the back of one of our armchairs and Stephis yelled out, “LOOK MOM! There’s a tick! RIGHT! THERE!” She proceeded to poke poor Rosie right in the butthole. The cat flipped the fuck out and was understandably skittish around Stephis from then on.
Right in the pooper. And yes, these are crocheted cat asses that you can actually buy.
Ass-load of fish
Our next pets were all fish. Like a cubic buttload of fish. They died off pretty quickly, which we later realized was because our tap water was basically liquid iron. Our longest lived ones were two little neons named Stripe and Banana-Butt (guess which one was my sister's).
Haha, You have 'butt" in your name!
We added in a sucker fish to keep the tank clean and Stephis wanted to name “Sucky". She was talked into calling him “Sticky” instead, for some reason...
You want to name me WHAT?!
ChipThen my sister demanded a dog. Momet finally caved saying she wanted something small, like a terrier. They came home with a Black Lab/Great Dane mix puppy my sister had fallen in love with. She named him Chip. His feet were the size of saucers, he was clumsy, and his tail was forever sweeping things off low-lying shelves and tables, but he was the sweetest, most lovable lump of love ever.
Uh...hi. This isn't what it looks like.
One night he woke us all up with a cacophony of barking and growling. Momet was not in the mood for his bullshit and stomped out to the kitchen with us trailing sleepily behind to see what he was barking at. Seeing him looking out the sliding glass door, she immediately went over and flicked on the light, preparing to tell him, “See? Nothing out there. Now go to sleep!” but when the light came on, it revealed a gigantic-ass bear no more than three feet from the glass, eating out of our suet feeder. He turned his head to look at us and Chip stopped promptly stopped barking, probably thinking something along the lines of, “Oh shit…”. As a testament to her fortitude, Momet calmly flicked off the light and after a moment of silence said, “Okay. Not buying anymore suet…” and ushered us off to bed.
"What the fuck do you want? I'm eating here bitch." – Goddamn Bear
All in all we have had some good pets.
In other kind-of related news, Fizz's cremains are coming home tonight when I go pick them up from UPS because they are assholes. If you don't know, cremains require a signature, in person, when they are delivered because they don't want grandma getting swiped by the dude down the street that steals all your packages.
Including that package from Amazon that was filled with toilet paper and pads.
They made the first delivery attempt last Thursday and never left a sticker saying they were there.
Because I am just supposed to sense their presence with my force powers?
The next attempt, they left a sticker telling us they would be back sometime between 10am and 2pm on Monday. The time when they usually stop by. When we are never goddamn home. That would have been their final attempt before shipping it back to Angel View Pet Cemetery who had done the cremation for us. Fantastic. AND the UPS offices aren't open on weekends and their website is useless when it doesn't recognize your fucking tracking number as being a real thing.
A reenactment of what my tracking number looked like to UPS.
Eventually I told them to just hold the damn package and that is why I have to go pick up a package from a fucking delivery company.


Anonymous said...

I wish pets had human lifespans and don't get me going on about UPS or FedEx

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squashculls said...

OMG that dog sounds awesome. I do remember you talking about sucky the fish at some point though. If you want a pet that lives forever you can always get a parrot!

Valerie said...

I'm pretty sure UPS doesn't have a soul. They pulled this same shit with a friend of mine's alcohol delivery...



Melissa Bloechl said...

Capybaraworld: I know, I wish they lived longer too. Ugh to UPS.

Squashculls: Chip was awesome. And fucking HUGE. His peak weight was somewhere in the vicinity of 135-150lbs and his back reached my hip. But he was the biggest wuss ever. As to the parrot thing, they aren't really cuddly. And they are shrieky. And bitey. And I am sure mine would learn VERY inappropriate things to say...

Valerie: UPS doesn't have a soul. They hold cremated pets and alcohol hostage. And when the very chipper lady at the counter asked me what I got, I cried on her and I wasn't at all sorry she had to see my ugly crying face.

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