Pets

This morning I awoke at 5, and was unable to get back to sleep. Therefore, I allowed myself to drift off into daydream.

I had a pet tiger. I love tigers, you see, and so I had one as a pet. A white tiger. I'd been helping at the zoo and this particular cub's mother had recently died, and there was no one to take care of it. Unable to resist the little fur ball, I brought him home and nursed him. I named him Bach, short for Bacchus- the Roman god of wine. So, he grew and I had a large fenced in yard where he roamed and hunted what small prey he could. Eventually, I added a pond to my home, where resided two turtles and some fish.

In the quiet of the night I could feel the turtles' hard shells and the thick fur of my tiger, hear its quiet roar.

Having been brought up as something like both dog and cat, Bach liked to sit on my lap. However, once fully grown, this could only work if I was sitting on the floor or on a large couch, where he could be partially on my lap and partially on something else.

What can I say? I'm a sucker for animals, especially young ones.

My dog (left) thinks he's a cat, though, so perhaps I'm just extraordinarily good with bizarre pets... In fact, he's currently playing with a blueberry, pawing at it and chasing it.

...Anyhow, I love most animals, which is why they pop up periodically in my daydreams. Dogs, cats, small animals (guinea pigs, hamsters, mice, rats, ferrets, rabbits), reptiles, amphibians, some spiders, even some fish and some birds... and tigers, and horses. :)