• Pets

    The Emotional Life of Cherry Shrimp

    by So, the shrimp for my work aquarium finally arrived. When this posts, they’ll have been in the tank for a little over a week. Picked up on the way in for a late shift, the car was already nice and warm and they didn’t suffer any ill effects even though I had to stop for gas. A little extra water testing to make sure things are all good, a little bit of water spillage, and the Jacques Pack was released, not into the wild exactly, but into their new home. Hopefully they’ll be happy, although I really don’t know what shrimp psychology is actually like. Are they capable of…

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    This is Sonic

    by This is Sonic. You might have noticed that he’s a snake. He was the second reptile to come live with us, but he has not been the last. More on all those another time. Sonic came to live with us just after my oldest daughter’s ninth birthday – somehow, the ninth birthday has become when you get your first non-fish personal pet in our family. A teeny tiny noodle at the time, eight or nine months old, he was only managing a very small prey. He’s a little longer these days, but still not terribly big around. He’s a Sunglow (or Sunkissed) corn snake, a colour morph, and he’s…

  • Announcement,  Pets

    Introducing Princess Buttercup

    by Introducing, Princess Buttercup! Almost accidentally, we brought home a ball python on Boxing Day. I won’t go into the major details, but a young man going through some massive life changes at the moment has found himself in a position where he has to re-home many of the reptiles he’s been keeping the last few years. My son had been looking pretty hard at a pair of Green Ameiva in the same ad, and we had the trip planned. On arriving, we saw that there were a number of other animals potentially available, and we wound up taking home two of the snakes, one, a young, and still quite…

  • Life,  Pets

    This is Oliver

    by This is Oliver. Ollie. Ollie-Pop. Giant Dog™. Giant Doofus. Barky McBarkface. The biggest suck in the world. He’ll be 8 years old in the new year, which bothers me a little, because the typical age range for his breed (a Saint Bernard) is 8 to 10. But, he’s quite healthy, built lean for a Saint at only 140 or 145 pounds, and while he is slowing down, he’s still pretty active for his size and age. We brought him home when he was about 5 ½, flagged to his imminent rehoming or surrender by a former coworker of mine who works with dog rescues here and there. Significant changes…

  • Life,  Pets

    Caturday: This Is Morris

    by This is Morris: And this is the third in a widely-scattered series of posts about my current feline overlords. Morris is a rescue cat who spent a few months in the shelter system winding up with the unlikely name of Pumpkin but, obviously, had to become Morris. Something about old television commercials and orange tabbies.We’re fairly certain he was a barn cat or semi-feral, used to people being around, but not super affectionate. He didn’t mind a little attention, but couldn’t really stand being held for more than a few seconds and had no real interest in sitting next to you in the chair or on the sofa.When we…

  • Life,  Pets

    The Office Fish Tank

    by I’ve been talking about doing it for months, but, in the last few days, I’ve spent about $200 in getting all the stuff together for a fish tank for my office. And this is in the nature of experiment. I want it to be a truly awesome fish tank. I’ve done a lot more reading and information gathering than ever before in terms of aquariums, and I’m going to document the process a little bit. Some pictures and video, not that I promise to post anything, but I want to keep records to see if I’ve actually learned anything. There are no fish yet. It’s actually not even set…

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    Caturday: This is Morgana

    by This is Morgana. She’s a rescue cat who spent a few months in the shelter system before we happened across her when my daughter was looking for a cat to bring home, having decided that’s what she wanted for her upcoming birthday. Before the shelter, Morgana spent a winter outside, fed by a neighbour after being abandoned. When we brought her home, she looked like this: After a few months she looked like this: You may not see the difference. Eventually, we put her on super low calorie dry food and diet wet food. These days, she looks like this: You still may not see the difference, but she’s…

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    Caturday: Meet Cyrus

    by This is Cyrus.   He’s a rescue cat, retrieved from behind a pizza place a municipality or so to the east of us. When we brought him home, he looked like this: After a few months of free feeding, he looked like this: But at least he’d stopped dumpster diving in the kitchen. When I was watching. We took steps and started to moderate his caloric intake. Not starving him, but no longer making sure the bowl was always full. These days, he’s much more cat shaped. He’s the most aggressively affectionate cat I’ve ever know, forcing himself into your lap and up into your face if you’re not paying…

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    Kittens!

    by So we’re fostering a litter of kittens. Actually, it’s members of three litters combined, rescued from under a porch and no mother cats found even now. The suspicion is a local coyote or fisher. In alphabetical order, with their approximate current ages: Mickey Mars, 6-7 weeks. Grey and exploratory. Out of something around 20 pictures, this is the only one facing the camera. Neil, 6-7 weeks. Black, mostly. He’s got odd white flecks on his ear tips and face. Just single hairs, really. A sprinkling of salt in the pepper coat. Nikki, 5-6 weeks. A few of the same white flecks Neil has, but she was given to us a…

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    Farewell, Peach

    by Moments before I had to leave for work this morning, my wife discovered that our menagerie had lost one of its members overnight. Peach, the last and oldest of our Ps in a pod, passed sometime during the night, sleeping in her hide. This is an old picture, but a favourite. Peach is the one hiding I the back. (We both lost Peanut, left, and Pepper, right, last year, months apart.) Based on age estimates when we brought Peach and her sister Pepper home, she was somewhere between five and six years old, which, by everything I’ve read, is at the higher end of average for the little fur…