I grew up with no pets. No, that's not completely true. My older sister had a turtle named Tillie May Turtle when I was ten and a parakeet named Budgie. However, these were my sister's pets and not the kind I wanted. I longed for something with fur that I could pet. Turtles aren't cuddly creatures and Budgie didn't like people.
Miracle of miracles: my sister was keeping a kitten for a friend whose mother nixed the adoption--and my mother allowed me to keep him. We named him Hercules, a BIG name for a small creature.
My husband grew up with dogs and horses and cats and rabbits. When we married, I inherited his dog, a puli (Hungarian sheepdog) named Andromedia. I discovered the wonderful world of canines who adore their owners, are loyal and loving. Thus began the addition of more pets and the progression toward what a friend called "the Louisville Zoo" due to our home full of creatures.
Where am I going with this? We've been blessed with wonderful animals, funny stories and sad endings. I once hoped to write a book about them but haven't found time. I did write a blog entry a while back about our cat Maggie who wasn't speaking to me after I took her to the vet. Because some of you liked that story, every now and then I'm going to write about my animals here. Hope you enjoy those.
What is your favorite animal from fiction?