Who has the most pets?
- Thread starter Cdog
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snailmaster;2227102; said:
Do you sell the parakeet babies, or do you just have a lot of birds around the house? We have a pair but are still a little young yet for offspring.
mr.sunshine;2227112; said:
How do you keep 3 dogs and 11 cats from fighting all the time? Do you have any pics of any animals?
My delinquent cats ran away to lands of better cuddles.
My fish breed and war randomly, rarely peaceably assembling for an official census.
My mice breed like...mice. Secreting away new generations within BD Ultra-Fine*11 insulin syringe boxes. Foiling futile mathematical calculations of predictable variables, with their own theories of chaos and FU. All the while dragging behind them their disproportionately sized equipment, mocking my envy.
My lizard diligently reduces the population of most insect transients.
However...some months ago a few rogue crickets, of cunning and daring, breached security and made it over the Detention Zone wall.
They have since established a sort of hobo tent city, deep within the bowels of the hot water heater. Wisely sheltering in unmapped and uncivilized crevasses. Beyond the range of cricket crushing giants.
Too small and outgunned for a direct assault, they result to guerrilla tactics. They creep out under cover of darkness. Fueling themselves on the crumbs of my existence. Daring me to sweep the floor clean. But that I'll never do. To be manipulated by an insect mind is to admit defeat in it's entirety.
They stealthily approach the one true symbol of their enemies technological superiority, the plasma T.V. While I am distracted by artillery explosions and machinegun fire and man's inhumanity to man...the horror...the horror...simulated by PS3.
They appear from nowhere. On the couch, on the pizza, on me. On the T.V. itself. As if just to say "Yes I can."
Staring back at me with their cold insect eyes. Forcing me to pause my simulated heroics, to extinguish my medicinal use cigarette. To shepherd them back to the Great Pit of Carkoon and Sarlacc who dwells within.
After the guns are silenced and the simulated world is saved once more, I hear them protest from hobo city. Chirp, chirp, chirp. Singing insurgent songs of rebellion and defiance. Singing in cadence unrhythmic enough to not be ignored. Songs expertly designed to assure I will not sleep this night. Songs of breeding and reinforcements. Songs of tomorrow, of tomorrow night, of one more little insect poop bomb on my pizza.
You do the math.
My fish breed and war randomly, rarely peaceably assembling for an official census.
My mice breed like...mice. Secreting away new generations within BD Ultra-Fine*11 insulin syringe boxes. Foiling futile mathematical calculations of predictable variables, with their own theories of chaos and FU. All the while dragging behind them their disproportionately sized equipment, mocking my envy.
My lizard diligently reduces the population of most insect transients.
However...some months ago a few rogue crickets, of cunning and daring, breached security and made it over the Detention Zone wall.
They have since established a sort of hobo tent city, deep within the bowels of the hot water heater. Wisely sheltering in unmapped and uncivilized crevasses. Beyond the range of cricket crushing giants.
Too small and outgunned for a direct assault, they result to guerrilla tactics. They creep out under cover of darkness. Fueling themselves on the crumbs of my existence. Daring me to sweep the floor clean. But that I'll never do. To be manipulated by an insect mind is to admit defeat in it's entirety.
They stealthily approach the one true symbol of their enemies technological superiority, the plasma T.V. While I am distracted by artillery explosions and machinegun fire and man's inhumanity to man...the horror...the horror...simulated by PS3.
They appear from nowhere. On the couch, on the pizza, on me. On the T.V. itself. As if just to say "Yes I can."
Staring back at me with their cold insect eyes. Forcing me to pause my simulated heroics, to extinguish my medicinal use cigarette. To shepherd them back to the Great Pit of Carkoon and Sarlacc who dwells within.
After the guns are silenced and the simulated world is saved once more, I hear them protest from hobo city. Chirp, chirp, chirp. Singing insurgent songs of rebellion and defiance. Singing in cadence unrhythmic enough to not be ignored. Songs expertly designed to assure I will not sleep this night. Songs of breeding and reinforcements. Songs of tomorrow, of tomorrow night, of one more little insect poop bomb on my pizza.
You do the math.
Cdog;2227178; said:
i trade them for food at a local bird store. its not that profitable considering the babies eat a lot.
frnchjeep;2230738; said:I (we) have 4 tanks, 6 cats, an Amazon (parrot), an Iggy, and a gecko.
Oh, and Spank, thats some funny shtuff.
What kind of amazon and do you have any pics?
