Oh, How I do love my babes!
My Chessie, Noah is 10. He's a water dog, born on the Eastern Shore of MD.
He still cries and gets all excited when we cross the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. He knows he's going home!
Buddy Elf (Green Jacket, Yellow Pants - we got him in December) is our very Noisy Quaker Parrot.
He doesn't like to be in the cage and will fly to you if you call him, sometimes when you don't call him.
He's spoiled rotten and insists that he be fed whatever the family is eating.
If you've ever heard a Quaker's squawk you know, they get what they want.
These 3 girls are my dolls
B&W - Skipper was a feral kitten born in our boat sitting at the beach house in the early Spring.
Thankfully someone called me when they heard the cries and drove over to get them.
Skipper was the runt and couldn't walk for several months, she just kinda pulled herself along with her front legs.
The vet wasn't sure she would make it.
She's fine now, her best friend is the dog as he raised her.
Grey - Gracie was a dropoff my vet gave me a few years ago after my 14 YO Calico died.
She's a sweet little murderer and will kill anything that crawls in the yard.
We find mouse corpses on the doorstep nearly every day.
Grace's way of saying "Thanks" or "This could be you". We're not sure which.
She's a lap cat only when she wants to be.
Tabby - Professor, or her full name - Professor Minerva McGonagall.
I saw her picture in the paper. She was a pound kitty.
Her owner was a Army Colonel, deployed to Iraq.
Pro had been left in someones care and that someone found her too hard to deal with, so they deposited her at the shelter.
She's a big girl at 23 lbs, but a total sweetheart!
Bonus, she loves dogs and birds!
