Meet the gang...

This is my sister "Elvis."  Uh, huh.  Elvis is a girl.  Elvis was a stray that was hanging around a house that my parents lived in some 18 years ago and my mother snatched her up and brought her in.  She knew that in order for her to keep the new kitty, she'd have to name her something that father approves of.....that is Elvis.  She's seen a lot of cats come and go through the years as my mother has fostered and housed many.  And even though she's old and lame, I sometimes beat up on her.  I get scolded but I don't care.

This is Boo Boo, AKA Boo.  He had a boo boo over his right eye when he was a kitten.  He's the middle child and also came to my parents as a stray.  His excuse for staying was that he was injured and needed to be nursed back to health.  My mother is so sly.  I'm mean to him too.

This is Polly Mae, my dog sister.  She's named after my grandmothers on both my parents side.  She came from the shelter where she charmed her way into my parent's hearts.  Now she's their "baby girl."  Nauseating.  She does stupid things like, eats corn off the cobb, licks marshmallow fluff out of the jar, and makes noises like she's chasing rabbits in her sleep.  She's a cry baby when we play sometimes.  I run up on her and sink my claws into her nose and she yells for parents.  Sissy.

And this....this is Oscar Doyle, the reason why I have this stupid nickname.  He's my grandparents dog and he's treated like he walks on water.  He doesn't, he's a big grouch.  In fact, we call him Oscar the Grouch.  When he comes to my house to visit my mother puts a sweater on me to calm me down so I don't attack OD.  I hate my sweater, it makes me hot and it hurts my feelings.  You know what they say about paybacks OD......just sayin.'