*These are my pets.

*Note: MY pets. Not the pets in my house. There are a lot of those.

I have a mouse named Wolfgang:

He is my first rodent that has lived more than a few days. The other two mice I had were feeders, so they died like REALLY fast. Like, unbelievably fast. It was sad. Wolfgang is very anti-social by nature, but he does somewhat trust me. I really like mice now; I want to get a group of females in the future. They're angels. I want to get rats someday as well.

My cat named Tushi:

Tushi was my first pet. I love her to DEATH!!! She is five years old this year, and it fucking horrifies me that she is even capable of getting old. Jesus christ I would rather hang than lose this cat. She is an asshole though. Maybe that is a good thing. At least she isn't boring.

I owned slugs and isopods (among other things) for a year or so, but had to let 'em go due to parasite infestation. R. I. P.