June Blog Challege Day 5: Pets

I already wrote about Mika (pronounced Mee-ka), our cat in my family post, but I'm totally fine with posting her adorable face again.

We adopted Mika though a vet here in town. Another of the vet's clients had found Mika on the highway and had originally brought her to the Humane Society who turned her away (we don't really know why.) The client brought her to the vet, paid for a few days of boarding, all of her shots, and half of the cost to get her fixed in hopes that someone would adopt her. One of the volunteers I work with at my job emailed her picture out on a Sunday. I went to meet her the next day and she was fixed and home with us by Thursday.

Due to her size, (she's weighs less than three pounds,) the vet thought she was under a year old. However, when she got fixed, Mika's reproductive organs suggest that she's over a year, so she's just an itty bitt kitty. We don't expect her to grow much more, unless she starts growing sideways.

She loves to get in the way of Keegan playing video games

And she sleeps in the strangest positions. 

She also plays fetch! We didn't teach her this, she decided to do it on her own. 

We had Keegan's cousin visit a few weeks ago and she has two little girls. Mika put up with having her tail and fur pulled, and being chased, so I'm not worried at all about how she'll react when we bring our baby home. 

We've been thinking of getting a second cat, but are worried about how Mika would react. Has anyone brought in a second cat into their single cat home? Any tips or tricks to make sure they don't murder each other while we're at work? 

My second fur-baby is my dog that lives with my parents, Brindle. We got Brindle when I was around 10, so we've grown up together. I had been begging my parents for a dog for a while, so my mom took my youngest sister "just to look" at the dogs at the Humane Society. Apparently my mom sat down in a room fully of puppies and Brindle walked over to her, sat in her lap and wouldn't get up. My mom called my dad to let him know she had adopted a puppy and the rest is history. We got Brindle when she was about 8 weeks old, and she'll be 14 this year. I hate that I live 8 hours away from her and only get to see her once or twice a year. I'm going to be devastated when she passes. 

Brindle is a mutt. She's part cocker spaniel, poodle, and terrier. In this picture, she's long due for a trim. My youngest sister also has a chinchilla/pit bull mix that has become a part of the family. Yes, she's as awkward as she sounds. 

So, there you have it! These are my pets and I have more pictures of them on my phone than anything else.