Words on Pets

So, I know it shouldn't be a passing thought, but I'm not gonna lie; it was today. I was thinking about pets (past, present, and future).

I've had (in total) 4 cats, 3 dogs, 2 hamsters, a preying mantis, and a monarch butterfly.

Currently I have 3 cats, and 3 dogs; I love them all dearly.

Sometimes, my cat is a little bit of a handful (to say the least). But I mean, I love him. I really do.

He just likes to be the center of attention, and he'll nip/bite, stand on or head-butt you or what you're using, to be just that "the center of attention." For instance, last night he'd bug me for attention, while I was TRYING TO SLEEP. *grumble* Needless to say I was cranky when he did it, and I was cranky this morning.

Now someone brought to my attention *cough*Ashley*cough* that dogs are smarter than cats. At first I was a little taken aback. But she... er... this person had a study to back their statement, so there wasn't much I could say. And really once I thought about it, it seemed true.

Dogs learn commands. Cats, ha! I wish you good luck.

Dogs'll knock whatever they're doing off when you show you're irritated. Cats, ha! I wish you good luck once again.

Cats learn to pee in a litter box. Dogs; well I've never tried it, but it should be doable when you think about it. And then again, cats'll NOT use said litter box when they feel like it, so that point can be somewhat moot.

So that being said; three points, and dogs to top the intellectual power chart.

Anyway, I digress.

I was thinking about my next pet, 'cause lets face it. My buddy Meowth (yes, that is my cat's name) may not act it, but he IS getting up there in years... for a cat. That being said, he can't live forever, and his day WILL come. I'm not saying I'm "hoping" for it, just that it is on its way.

I'm thinking of getting a dog. Like a dog for ME, kind of like Meowth was a cat for ME. I've never had a dog for ME. I mean Emmerson, Steve and Muffy are my families dogs, but Emmer and Muff were here before me, and yeah Steve was new to everyone at the same time, but Katie kind of laid claim to him.

Anyway, I'd like a puppy (more than likely a rescue puppy) (lol Meowth just left the couch. I'd bet because he could tell I was talking about getting a dog.) and that being said, I'd need to be sure he could get on my bed, so the loft would HAVE to go. Also, I'd like him/her to be puppyish, meaning under a year - two at the most - so he could become at least SOMEwhat attached to me as a "parent" sort of figure. And I'd like to be able to meet him/her before he/she is for SURE mine. That being said, he/she'll have to be a local dog to start.

I know it's a tall order, but hey! I can dream, right?

Favourite Thing to See

Last night before I went out to Ashley's, my sister was playing Call of Duty on the XBOX 360, in the living room. Dad and mom (technically) were watching.

My sister was camping (like I do, and get made fun of for) and was picking guys off of the roof as they ran by.

Di said, "Don't take your eyes off there. There's a guy hiding."
They conversed a bit, and Katie got direction to where about this guy was hiding. He popped up and she got the kill.

What I liked was that Di'd gotten into the game AND helped. She likes the shoot 'em up movies, and war movies, but (unfortunately) isn't so good at the whole "hand-eye coordination" necessary for video games. Mario's good, but racing or anything you need more than a few buttons to play, or you need to react quickly, and she's a little challenged.

Common Courtesy

I live in a decent sized house with my parents and little sister. I live in the basement (and have ZERO issue with it).

Now, everyone knows that the walls and floors are kinda thin, so we try to keep the noise down in general.

My sister (who's room is on the third floor, but enjoys playing on the middle floor) neglects to be courteous of others on (frequent) occasions. For instance... Today; she was playing XBox 360, online and had the BlueTooth thing on her ear. She was playing Call of Duty, and talking really loud.

I walked up to check what was up, and she wasn't even talking to the person on the headset about the game she was playing. So I wanted her to turn the volume (on her voice) down.

Me: ...could you please be a little quieter?

Her: No.

Cut and dry just like that. There was no "I'll try," or "I'm sorry, but I can't." Just "no." AND she became louder.

My answer to this was, turn on the music in my room; really loud. I can't hear her as much anymore. I think she tried to beat my music in loudness, but gave up quickly.

I win, but still; there is such a thing as "common courtesy."