What will your next pet be?

When I get a new pet, it will be a teacup poodle. It will be black. I will take her everywhere I can.

How about you all?

I want a kitten!

I love kittens.

my dog just died 😢 now I need a kitten

That's too bad Morgan. I hope your new kitten brings you lots of happiness.

hm...a parrot.. new parrot..🙂

MY LOVE OF SURVIVAL HORROR GAMES HAS PERVRETED THE DELICATE SENSIBILITIES OF MY OLD PARROT..:!

When I first got this bird I spent two weeks trying to get him to say "hello".By the end of the month he was saying "lo" "lo"...!! But that was about it.So I gave up.

But then I bought a CameCube,and ,well,every "resident-Evil" game they've crancked out for it.I played them for hours on end with the lights out.I wont lie to you..it sorta put me OFF you know?? I started sleeping with the light ON and locking my windows at night.

One night I crawled out of bed to get myself a drink,and I shuffled down the dark hallway between my bedroom and my kitchen,feeling along the wall with my hands as I went.the kitchen was nearly a pitch black until I opened the refrigerator,and then brilliant wedge of light poured out causing me to squint.thats when i heard it......:

"Graaaaaa.......aaaaaaggghhh...."

It was the slow, raspy moan of the UNDEAD.I wheeled around,panicked staring in to darkness beyond the fridge.the milk slipped from my hands and crashed on to the ground,spilling all over the kitchen floor.I didn't move a muscle.Time was frozen for me.And then again:

"Nnnyaaaghhhhhh.....glup,glup,glup,glup...."

The sounds were terrifying,and yet....familiar.slowly, my socks wet with milk,I stepped gingerly forward to the family room.I must left my GameCube ON I thought....but NO ,it and the T.V. were both silent.The Resident-Evil noises were coming from elsewhere.then....from behind:

"GRAAAHHH..!!"

I whirled and reeled backwards in horror.I smashed into lampshade and furiously reached over to flick the switch.And there,sitting on his perch amidst the warm glowing light that filled the room,was my parrot."lo.!" "lo.!" he said to me cheerfully.

Apperently all those zombie noises from the game had gone to the little guy's head.He could duplicate them exactly..!! this went on for some weeks,until finally i got used to it. The grownings and mumblings as I lay in bed at night actually started to get kind of soothing.

Ofcourse, I forgot to warn my friends and neighbors.A couple of weeks a go,after a late night partying, Gary crashed on my couch.At 04:30 he came slamming into my room in his boxers cluching a baseball bat."SOMETHING'S IN THERE" he hissed to me panting.

So of course I had to introduce him to my parrot's habbit.He only does it when the lights are OFF,I guess I trained him to do that,you know,by playing those game in the dark."lo""lo" he'd squawk,and then we'd flick off the lights and it would be: "Mmmwwwaaaahhhhh..."slurping noises".

One night Gary and Chris and I all stood around his cage talking it over.We dimmed the lights until the bird let out a long, low, Grrraaaaagggggphhhhyayyaaahh" sound,like an oboe being played by an asthmatic's last breath."see..??" I said."Zombie bird"

"Dude",Chris said,stepping back."how do we know that that bird's still alive? Maybe he's dead.Or....Undead.has he eaten recently..??

"Truth to be told,he's been a bit peckish," Gary said.

"Of cource he's peckish," I grunted."he's a bird"

"Grraaaaaaannnggg!!.....RAANNNNGRRRRAAANNNGGG"

"you better take him to vet man,"Chris said and holding up a crucifix.

The next day at the animal clinic,the vet couldn't figure out anything wrong."thats a fine healthy bird" he told me.

"Lo" the bird cheeped in return.

So I turned out the light in his office.the room fell silent.And then from the cage,a soft low murmur:

"Brrraaaainnnnsss"....."sssssssss"

"maybe he should stay for observation..."the vet answered".

The next morning I came to pick him up,but I found he's cage outside the office with a note attached."please take bird home," it said "Dogs are scared and night janitor quit."

Roooarrrr.....

hope you enjoy that story...it was for fun ofcource..🙂 takecare all

Lizard. *hiss*

LOL (I'd also write a book, if I were you)

It's weird you mention rabbit foot keychains, because I went through a stage where I collected those as a child. I had hot pink, purple, green...it's creepy, now, in my so-called adult mind.

By the way, sometimes, I'm not entirely sure whether you're putting us on, or telling a real story. (Often I think it's half-and-half) Anyway I LOVE IT. It adds to the mystery of it all. Don't you think?

You know, things like that are nice to hear, that I'm not completely off about a person, that I "get them" to a certain degree - I like that (I think because it reaffirms my faith in the strength of the connection between...myself and another). Hopefully my telling you that you seem to "get me" just as well will not sound like I'm just repeating what you said, for the sake of saying it - because I'm not, and it's true.

I have no doubt that you will not spoil any mystery for me, you just seem to know instinctively how to weave your magic correctly. I couldn't think how to word that last sentence and hopefully it doesn't read too strangely...lol.

I have heard of a character called Blanch Dubouis before, and knew that she's someone in a Tennessee Williams play (movie?), but am not sure that I myself have ever seen a Tennnessee Williams play/movie and I'm not sure which character or which play/movie Ms. Dubois is in, but am not very intrigued and will be thorougly investigating all of this. 🙂 And what an amazing quote. I really think I'll post it on one of my walls somewhere.

Now finally, about Espernaut. The last time I spoke with him was the middle of December of '03. No, I do not hear from him anymore and he does not hear from me. To put it very mildly and yet still accurately, but minus a lot of details that my conscience tells me wouldn't be "right" to post *here*, we were very close friends/pen pals for a time (maybe six months or so?) and very suddenly circumstances that were for the most part not within his control made communication between us no longer possible. I really do wish I could say more, at least to get it off my chest, lol, but I don't know that I should do that on the boards. In certain ways I did try to get the whole matter off my chest on the boards, but without specifically saying etc. naming etc. etc. Etectera. 🙂

You know, it seems like I can't go back and read my very old posts anymore, I can't figure out how to...I wish we had archiving or somethin' like that. Which thread was it, do you remember? I'm just curious.

"...and I'm not sure which character or which play/movie Ms. Dubois is in, but am not very intrigued and will be thorougly investigating all of this."

Yeah, that made a lot of sense, please pardon my being an idiot - what I meant to say is that I *AM* very intrigued! lol - (when am I *not* intrigued by these little snippets you toss my way? 😛) Haha...

A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE, oh goodness, that's so weird, you have no idea how much I've wanted to see that movie for so long, because Marlon Brando is in it and I really like him as a young man, and I keep meaning to buy the movie and just have never gotten around to it (and no one would ever rent the movie with me when I suggested it, for some weird reason...I guess if it's in black and white it's just not mentally stimulating enough for some people?). Anyway, I have always wanted to see that movie. *takes a breath*

Also Vivien Leigh is a favorite actress of mine and I wanted to be her when I was a young kid. lol. (blame it on Gone With The Wind)

You know, I thought that you thought that it pertained to someone else. 😛

I went looking for this funny thread you speak of and couldn't find it, but found many other funny conversations. Espernaut's posts were often informative and/or entertaining, yes.

The whole sore subject thing: not a problem at all, don't worry about it. How were you to know? 🙂 Also, you can ask me anything. (Because, I like & trust ya)

To sum up: I don't know where he lives now, but basically he (thinking how to put this) moved and attained a new roomate who happened to be of the opposite gender. To sum up in an extremely truncated fashion that does not even begin to paint a full color spectrum picture of the actual entirety of the situation. (That was ultra-P.C. and non-bitter, right? 🙂) Just trying not to hurt anyone or disrespect anyone's privacy or, you know, be a total cookiemonster and lay out all the factual details of the situation which would more thoroughly show you the reason for the non-communication between us these days. Ahem. I don't know why, but I feel a bit better now.

To really truly sum up, my guess is that he's still alive somewhere out there.

I need a new pet my rat died about 4 weeks ago I am thinking about throwing him out. Maybe next week.

James move on, the rat did.

I couldn't imagine getting another pet - My dog Luther and I will live forever 😛

I want a PUG