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life at the zoo

Monday seems like a good day to scrape up some motivation for a blog, doesn't it?

I was trying to figure out what to write about, and I was looking through the photos I've been taking, and I decided it was time to introduce you to the rest of our family (the furry ones). We already feel like we live on a farm, but none of the animals serve a real purpose (except protecting us from coyotes and mice, and of course cuddling.) We have three dogs and five cats, here are their stories.







Meet Trillian. Also known as Trilli, Trill, trilli-trilli-trilli, Trisha McMillan, and pretty girl. Jonathan and I adopted her when she was 6 weeks old from a family in Marion. She was so tiny she could fit in your hands. She is part lab, part husky (although everyone agrees her bark is definitely a hound.) We have had her for over a year now, and she is the sweetest puppy I could ever ask for. Her manners aren't the best at times, but for the most part she is a great dog. She stole my heart.








Zaphod Beeblebrox is our favoritest kitty cat, and Jonathan's baby. Also known as Zaphod Ninja Paws. We got him about a year and a half ago, when he was a tiny 5 weeks old. We had to force feed him for 2 weeks before he would eat on his own. He was quite the handful as a kitten. He was intended to be my kitty, but it quickly became obvious that he was a daddy's kitty. His favorite place to be is on Jonathan's chest, giving him head rubs.



These handsome fellows are Dakota and Bandit. Bandit is the oldest animal on the farm, almost 15! He was abandoned on my grandmothers doorstep when she lived in an apartment in Roanoke, and we couldn't let him go. Dakota is only about 3 years old, a playful but moody chow mix. And this, is what they do to our yard.




more kitties!


This is Erowyn. She was my first ever kitty of my own. She was also the first kitty brought home to my parents house when I moved back (we weren't allowed to have any cats growing up.) Something happened to her along the way, as she is not a friendly cat. Reaching out even to let her sniff you is likely to end up with claw marks on your arm.


Jinx and Patches. Jinx is the handsome black cat, and the oldest of the kitties. He came to the farm, along with Toulouse, when my little sister moved back home. He is the only one who is declawed (he was a stray with a temper when she got him), and he is just a sweetie.


Patches was my second kitty. I got her from a friend as a Christmas present, and had to move back home (again) only a week later. She has been through several homes and has some problems, but she is always lazy and super lovey.


Last but not least, is Toulouse. My sisters second kitty cat. He also came back in the move. He can be a nuisance (he has a territorial spraying problem), but he is a very affectionate kitty. He loves to play in hair and get head rubs.

Well that's it, the furry members of our household.

Until next time,
Angela Kelly

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  1. aww i love that pic of touluse!!!!:D
    <3amy

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  2. I know he is such a handsome pink nosed kitty.

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