Maybe rodents are good companions
I’ve heard that they are.
yea i think that could be nice =)
Rats are extremely intelligent, I’ve heard! I’ve never had a rat, though.
I’ve had dwarf hamsters. They’re so cute! I think pet mice are cute, too.
And there are guinea pigs! They’re cute, too, but a bit larger.
What about gerbils
I haven’t had a gerbil, but my husband had a gerbil when he was a kid. He said it was really fun. His gerbil liked to roll around in a rodent ball. I think he said the gerbil liked to be held, too!
A couple of nights after I moved into this mobile home park I am currently in, I was spiritual and I got this strong impression that animals were going to start coming around wanting to be with me, particularly cats. I had swore off pets when my dad sold the house and left me homeless. They live to short and I don’t like a lot about human relations with animals. My first friend in the United States was a cat, we talked quite a bit.
Any way the day after the spiritual impression of animals coming to me. A mobile home in the park burnt to the ground and the Fire Department let it just burn until it was irreparable. This girl \ woman emerged from another mobile and ran around the neighborhood carrying on about The Cats and Who Will Protect The Cats. Later on that day, I went out to get the mail and there was this black and white cat, Crying an carrying on the street and then went to my Neighbors door wanting to be let it. I went to her door and asked if the cat was hers and she said no. So I figure it was left in the park by the people who burnt down their house.
It was afraid of me because I am male, which instantly told me it had a rough time with those drug addicts. I didn’t want to see it to go hungry or homeless in the winter. So, I put sardines on a saucer and then helped it with that to come in the house and I gave it water. Its got PTSD and I didn’t want invade its privacy, so I choose a sex neutral name for it and called it, “Frances \ Francis” after the Saint who could talk to animals. Funny thing is the cat wouldn’t meow, until it felt comfortable with me. It would make the mouth motions but no a sound. They are mammals and a lot like us in many ways. Now we talk about food mostly, he is sort of addicted to it, that why he has a hard time. He’s not a hunter, only one time did he bring home a mouse and he left for me to eat. I thanked him and when He wasn’t looking I threw the dead mouse in the trash.
Anyway, I didn’t want a pet. Sometimes things get arrange with out my permission. He’s a good cat, I try not to treat him like a pet, more like a young friend.
That’s cool story
My mom would never let me! Because she equated them with mice and rats and was too afraid. I kind of get that.
Pets are great whether you decide on something that will love you back or not.
I totally want a tarantula or Vietnamese centipede.
Have two dogs and two cats which are a huge commitment so my arthropod and arachnid idea probably won’t happen.
Skunks dream though.
Please do me a huge favor and if you do get one of these, don’t post pics in Say Anything! Please do a separate post called, “My Pet Tarantula” and I will know not to open. Please and thank you so very much!!
10-4 copy that and roger.
Why get a Vietnamese centipede. There are plenty of American centipedes needing good homes.
Edit @BadPandy i apologize. I didn’t mean to respond to your post. I meant @ThePickinSkunk
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My mom wouldn’t let me have a pet snake! So, I got a snake as soon as I moved out!!
I work on an international pet system whether English Bulldog or Tasmanian Devil.
I’m there.
I’m too afraid to have a snake. I have the irrational fear it will get out and either eat or constrict my cat.
That’s very loving of you. Unbiased and accepting of all creatures.
Tasmanian devils are unadoptable though. Although people would probably pay you to take them.

I’m too afraid to have a snake. I have the irrational fear it will get out and either eat or constrict my cat.
Same. And same reason I won’t get a bird. Two cats here who would love to torture it to death.

Two cats here who would love to torture it to death.
Years ago, one betta fish I had, I used to keep in a little aquarium. Then I decided to get something “pretty” for him to swim in, and I got his beautiful, tall open vase. For a long time, all was peaceful between Charles II (yes, that was his name – he was the successor to Charles, my first fish) and the two cats.
Then one day there was no Charles in the bowl.
He was literally petrified, on the floor, about 4 feet away from the bowl.
I know people say sometimes bettas jump their bowls. So I insisted on this to my friends. They all looked at me like I was an idiot. Cause you know those two cats were plotting for days, waited until I was gone, then pounced.
Poor Charles II. I didn’t get a fish for a long time after that, but I’m thinking of getting Charles III.