What animals do you live with?
We have three cats (two 14 y.o., one 4 y.o.) - all are indoors only

A mischievous little dog named Mungo
A senile old black cat named Lil Girl

My 18 year old Tuxedo Cat Prince, Gary. Dude is basically the center of my world.

    2 cats that we were told are brothers and were found on the street together as kittens, but look totally different (one long hair/fluffy, one short/wire-y), so their mom got around. they just turned 12 I think.

    My girlfriend brought home a great pyrenees when she was volunteering at a shelter. He's probably 3-ish. We named him Blixa. He's very majestic

    Mystery_Ship Our tuxedo boy is 14 and is the best cat ever. I'm going to be devastated when the day eventually comes. Yunno. He's totally "my boy". So much personality

    Our brindle girl (14) is a total gremlin and is def. "off". Adopted at the same time as our tux because we wanted a pair. She was from a cat hoarder house and was the runt of her litter; brothers and sisters had been adopted. She's sweet most of the time but an absolute goblin. Don't even try to pick her up.

    The 4 year old is a boy cow cat. Was named Phantom by his foster home because of his facial markings (we renamed him to something cooler). Very sweet boy but the older cats don't like him much now that he's bigger than they are (he was over 20 lbs at his recent checkup - not fat, big and muscular). Wish we had another cat near his age for him to pal around with but 3 cats is our limit.

        Al Dorado Yeah it is not going to be pretty when we lose our old Fella. He’s had battles with urinary issues over the years, but is somehow surprisingly spry for his senior age. We think about getting another cat, but it would just downgrade his quality of life so that can wait.

          Pierre the puggle, almost 14! He is a Velcro dog and has separation anxiety. Whenever he's home alone he is in his crate belting out sad operas.

          Just today I stepped outside to grab something, left the door open for five seconds, and remarked to my housemate, "I'm so glad we don't have a cat anymore," and she said "I just brought home a cat today, it's in my room right now."

          I like pets but I find them much more annoying when they belong to my housemates. The last cat was fine but became the object of her owner's many cat-related meltdowns. The cat before that would escape and then break back in carrying wounded bunnies or rats. No thanks.

          There are already so many variables when living with three adults. Do we really need another mouth to feed? Do we really need to imprison a sovereign cat-being for our mere amusement? Do we really need to start talking like a baby in the kitchen at midnight? (The answer is no.)

          I never once have been chilling at my house, minding my own business and thought, "this place really needs a cloud of cat piss smell."

            Oska the rescue dog. He came over from Bosnia after being found dumped in a bin with his siblings - he and one other survived.
            He’s firmly part of the family.

            Def weird to bring in a pet without consulting housemates - and if you are smelling cat piss all the time, that's a problem of poor cat care.

              sicboy and if you are smelling cat piss all the time, that's a problem of poor cat care

              If there is one thing Ive learned from touring it’s that most punks don’t clean their litter boxes.

                  My cat, Mabel, will be 23 on March 20th.

                  She’s a little three legged grey and white tuxedo that I adopted in 2002 while living in Portland.

                  Don’t tell my wife, but Mabel is my everything.

                    Benji, half-Chihuahua/half Jack Russell. He sometimes looks like a little Rottweiler so I wonder if there's some pinscher in there also. He's my best pal in the world, and his favourite band are the Ramones. We dance around to them and he hops around on his hind legs.

                    Randall

                    Haven't met the critter yet but we're off to a bad start.

                      Two cats: Onyx (6) and Sammy Lynn (12). We adopted both about 4 years ago. Pretty obsessed with them.

                      I’m also a fish tank dude. I started a planted tank a couple of years ago, with a mix of cardinal tetras, oto catfish, and a Bolivian Ram cichlid. Now that I understand how it all works, I want to branch out and try to either a micro tank (maybe blackwater) or maybe a more formal type of aquascaping. Anyway, it’s a fun hobby that offers many avenues for nerding out.

                      One cat right now. Marla aka Marla Mooz aka The Mooz aka The 10 year old beauty mooz. We used to be best friends until I had a kid. It’s been almost 2 years and she still hasn’t forgiven me. Don’t think she ever will.

                      Also used to have also have a Chinese water dragon named Roberto Regellio Ramses and a blind and toothless long coat Chihuahua named Quito. Berto the dragon would whip the shit out of the other pets with his tail and my house was infested with meal worms and crickets that he wouldn’t eat. Good times.