There are five resident animals that live here. One horse, one dog and three cats. The dog gets along with everyone, the horse ignores everyone and the cats are cats. Fickle depending on the species, the person or the day. I adore them all, although it goes without saying my heart belongs to the City Kitty above all.
"BEAR" - I'm pretty sure he's a dog. He keeps the property safe from turtles, deer and other small critters but he's afraid of loud noises. He's adorable as can be but has rather bad manners. He likes to endear himself to people with the official "linebacker greeting" where he comes running at you full speed with his teeth exposed and issues a body check - all 105, muddy, furry, slobbery pounds of him. As a general rule of thumb, you should avoid wearing white to Mom's house.
"BUTTONS" - My pretty little pony! She is now quite old but just as beautiful as the day I got her.
"ZIPPY" - aka: The Teacup Tigress, she tips the scales at a whopping 4.5 lbs. She lives strictly indoors as she is rather old. My Mom adopted her when her owner passed away over a year ago not wanting such a tiny, old, cranky kitty to be put down in a shelter. She's not terribly sociable but she's growing on me. It's hard to get a good picture of her because she doesn't really like me and tends to run away when I get too close. I can relate, Billy does the same thing to other people.
"WANDA" - The little calico kitty who lives outside in the barn. She's also rather elusive but she is pictured here with her best friend Buttons. Wanda and Buttons have a special relationship, where goes horse, so goes kitty. Last year they both lost their companions. First our other pony Dandy went down followed by Cosmos, the kitty companion who lived in the barn with Wanda. Since that time, these two forged a very unique bond. It's the only small creature this horse never tried to stomp to death.
"LESTER" - aka: the bobtail bunny-cat, aka: Asshole (which is mostly what we call him). So round, so cute, so cuddly, so adorable. Until you touch him, then he proceeds to bite and grab hold of your arm in a sumo wrestler style grip while clawing and shredding the rest of your arm with his back legs. And he does this every...single...time! He attacks your ankles when you step outside, just because. For entertainment he likes to steal clothes out of the laundry basket whenever you bring it outside. The other day I found a muddied up sock that had been clearly wrestled with and then hidden behind a tree. He also hates all other cats so he chooses to live out in the shed by himself, away from Wanda and Zippy! I think he harbors a secret resentment against them for having a tail.
But he tolerates the Bear, only because he has no choice.