My Pet Tag: Milliardo

Instead of doing another book related tag, I decided to mix it up and do the pet tag. Continuing the tag-a-thon, Mischenko tagged me in this cute tag waaay back in December. As I have 3 pets, it’s hard to pick one to talk about but I figured I’d go with the jerk since he’s been featured in a lot of stories and I have quite a bit of pictures of him. Before I get to answering the questions, a tiny bit of back story about me.

I used to HATE cats. I had a dog at the time; beautiful pit bull/lab mix named Cinnaman. He was my first pet ever and I loved him to death. I was all about dogs. I didn’t hate cats with him at the time but I definitely preferred dogs over all. I had this habit of “adopting” animals back then. I’d come home with fish, a snake, an iguana (which all died btw) and finally my turtle. I just loved animals so much and wanted to rescue all the abandoned ones. For example, the iguana had messed up back legs but I took good care of him for as long as he was going to be around. I still have Turtle. It’s been 10+ years. It’s gonna outlive me, I know it.

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Anyway, when I was in college, I lived in the dorms for the first year and immediately had enough of that and got a townhouse with a roommate the second year. She had two cats who I thought were pretty cute at first. Turns out they were spawn from Hell. She didn’t allow the cats to come in her bedroom in the night time so they would scratch at my door and meow their heads off cause they wanted in. The poor carpet showed that evidence. Then one time we both went out of town and I came home early to a house covered in remnants of bread and crackers and just everything cause the cats got into the kitchen cabinets and ripped everything apart. I swear I thought we’d been robbed. It was insanity and that moment is when I vowed I’d never have cats and thank god she was a senior cause she was moving out later that year and taking the demons with her.

So, things have changed since then and here is where I introduce Milliardo with the pet tag questions:

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1. What is your pets name?

His name is Milliardo. He obtained this name because I told my husband to name the cat. His logic was that it looks like there’s an “M” on his head and we were binge watching an anime called Gundam Wing at the time and one of the main characters name is Milliardo Peacecraft — hence Milliardo the cat was born.

2. What kind of pet is it and what breed?

Milliardo is a cat and I think he has some bengal in him? I don’t know he was a stray so there could be anything in there.

3. How long have you had your pet friend?
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Milliardo has been around for quite some time. I think I got him back in 2010-2011ish maybe?

4. How did you get your pet?

Haha, funny story. I’m such a sucker. A friend of mine calls me up and says someone left a box of kittens on her doorstep and asked me if I wanted one. Like I said earlier, I have a reputation of taking in stray animals. After dealing with the devil demon spawn, I was against it. However, I was going to visit a friend in Alabama and she really wanted a kitten. As a favor to her, I decided to go check out these stray cats and pick one out for her. It always fascinates me how kittens come out in all different shades of colors and patterns even though they’re in the same litter. I perused the “offerings” and picked out a cute little rambunctious black and white one for her. Then as I was listening to the story of the cats, here was this cute little patterned thing who was sleeping while all his siblings were jumping around excited and stuff. I looked. Then looked again… And just when I was like okay, walking away now, he opened his eyes and looked me straight in the face. The F bomb came out and next thing you know I’m calling my husband (boyfriend at the time) asking how he liked cats cause I was bringing one home.

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5. How old is your pet?

Well assuming my math is right and I got him around 2010-2011, he’s about 8 or 9. We’ll say 8 cause he’s still a kitten in my eyes. ❤

6. What are some quirky things about your pets personality?

He’s a talker. He loves meowing for everything. He also likes drooling. It’s disgusting cause cat drool stinks but if you pet him long enough, he gets up that helicopter purring and he starts drooling. He also likes to sleep at the foot of the bed even though when he cuddles he has to be on your chest right in your face. He also has this habit of walking right in front of you, looking behind to make sure you’re following and then plops his body down on his side so that you trip over him. Or he’ll stand there to wait for you to tap him with your foot so he can plop over sideways. He’s so weird.

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7. What does your relationship with your pet mean to you?

It means a lot especially considering I went from hating cats in general to loving them again. Also, he really, really, REALLY likes his mommy more than his daddy so I have that in my favor as well. 😉 But honestly, I’m a huge animal lover and huge advocate for all animals so I have great relationships with my pets, my friends pets, the pets up for adoption, all of them.

8. What are some of your favorite past times with your pet?

Well there was that time when I let my friend babysit while we went to Alabama and when I came back she was so stressed cause she could find him anywhere in her house until I came home and called his name and he started meowing and came out of his hiding place (he is SUPER attached to me). Oh! And then there was the time he scratched my husband and the hubs got upset, took him outside and threw him in a snowpile. I had to ignore my cat for a year to get him to like the man again. He’s also a really good hunter. I sic him on insects if they’re around.

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9. What are nicknames that you call your pet?

Big boy, monkey chin, mil mil, fat boy (he’s much larger than our other cat and greedy) pretty boy. My mom calls him melonoma.

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Hope you all enjoyed this post and got to know my cute little jerk. Have a great Tuesday!

 

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Turtle Power

In the midst of all that’s going on in the world right now, I feel the need to share a story that I hope will bring smiles to faces today. We all need a reprieve from life every once in a while yeah?

This is Turtle:

Let’s rewind back to oh, 2008ish. I was a freshman in college. I lived in a dorm with a roommate and my high school Biology teacher had imparted the gift of a baby corn snake to me. I named him Y because he had a Y on his head. Y didn’t last long because the stupid snake wouldn’t eat no matter what I tried. We buried Y outside under one of the trees in front of Miller.

I was following the school forum and came across a student who found this turtle in the river and didn’t want it anymore. I don’t even want to explain the lecture I gave this person about how they should have left the turtle in the river… Anyway, the turtle wasn’t doing well because she had it in a fish bowl (!!!) and basically got bored of it. It’s a turtle.. not a dog. Of course it’s going to be a bit more boring! So I got it into my head that I would rescue this turtle and give it a better life.

I decked Turtle out. Got a big 40 gallon tank and had a waterfall fountain and all these pretty stones on the bottom! It was awesome! One time I decided to try and give Turtle live fish; little comets you can get from the pet store. I bought three of them and put them in the tank. Turtle didn’t seem interested at first and then a few days later two disappeared. The last one stuck around for months! My husband named the fish Philip and I’m sitting here like don’t name the fish. Turtle needs to eat him! Philip grew and grew and I panicked because I did not want a pet fish. I tried starving turtle out for months but, I learned, turtles hibernate! One day though we did look in the tank and Philip was gone….

Back to turtles hibernating! Turtles can hibernate! This means they give their owners heart attacks because they stay underwater for days and look dead! I remember walking over to the tank and he was just sitting on the bottom. I didn’t think anything of it at first until he was still doing it the next day. I freaked out and yelled at my husband to reach in the tank and make sure Turtle was alive! I just couldn’t do it. He reached in there like a good gentleman, and gave me the same look Turtle did like “can’t a man nap in peace??” I found out later that not only can painted turtles hold their breath for an extended period of time but that when they hibernate, their metabolism slows way down to the point where they truly look dead but they are able to absorb and process oxygen from the water through their skin!

Now, I did have one other incident where Turtle gave me a heart attack. I woke up one morning to see this floating in the tank:

Once again, I could not bring myself to look into the tank for fear I’d see a dead turtle. I screamed for my husband, “I’VE DONE IT FOR REAL THIS TIME! TURTLE IS DEAD! I KILLED HIM!” I was perilously close to tears. I thought maybe a big rock or something fell on turtle and crushed his shell somehow off of him. I’m not logical when I’m panicking. My husband comes to scope the situation and just starts laughing at me. He tells me to look in the tank. I’m in denial of course so I’m begging him to just tell me and he’s enjoying my hysterics so he just keeps repeating that I should look in the tank.

There was turtle. Alive and well. I freaked out for nothing. Turns out turtles can shed. When they shed pieces of their shell, they’re called scutes. I guess it’s rare for a turtle to shed a whole scute so I had to grab him and check out his shell and make sure it wasn’t soft because it could be a sign of metabolic bone disease. Turtle was not amused and tried to bite my finger off, which btw, turtle bites hurt!

To end this longer-than-I-thought post, I want to say that Turtle did have an original name. It was MichaelAngela because an old roommate of mine insisted Turtle is a girl but that and “she” is too many syllables so its Turtle and he.