I have a cat. When I was younger, I had a guinea pig.
Both ardent lovers and austere scholars, when once they come to the years of discretion, love cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household, who like them are sensitive to the cold, and sedentary.
Cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household.
I've had pigeons, doves, mice. I had a cat, dogs.
I think I had about 14 dogs in my house at one point.
I have a cat and a dog. They don't really get along, but I think they get along when no one is looking.
I have two pets - a dog and a cat.
The amazing activity of the cat is delicately balanced by his capacity for relaxation. Every household should contain a cat, not only for decorative and domestic values, but because the cat in quiescence is medicinal to irritable, tense, tortured men and women.
Socks is the White House cat. But did you know there is also a White House dog?
I have three dogs and a cockatoo.
Puppies and kittens are both great. Cats and dogs are not for me.
Multiple cat households are a good thing.
It did not take Man long-probably not more than a hundred centuries-to discover that all the animals except the dog were impossible around the house. One has but to spend a few days with an aardvark or llama, command a water buffalo to sit up and beg or try to housebreak a moose, to perceive how wisely Man set about his process of elimination and selection.
'You have chickens?' That's what nearly everyone asks next, after they find out about our family pets. They just need to make sure they heard me correctly. Perhaps it's because I don't come across to most as a rural-loving farm girl.
