Smithers. Marley. Jake. Calvin. Goat. Max. Ichiro. Fern. Duende. Otis. Buck. Tiger. Baby. Shadow. Nibblet. Sarajevo. Napoleon. Ledson. Pierre. Optimus. Mule. Mario. Nikita. Emma. Ivy. Samantha. Jackson. Bootie. Indy. Reno. Pearl. Stella. Kona. Josh. Tilly. Kingston. Gomez. Casey. Henry. Titus. Donkey. Sebastian. Elby. Raven.
What do all of these have in common?
They're felines. Gigantic balls of allergy inflicting, purring, drooling, hissing, spazzing, meowling kittehs. These are felines I've taken care of since the beginning of my employment. These are my "cat jobs". Some of these cats have been really great and fun to be around. Others, yikes. And you know, that list? That's minus like 9 cats whose names I just can't think of for the life of me. Yep. So many kittehs. So little time.
Bailey. Trixie. Scout (x3). Kira. Miley. Boston. Cowboy. Deuce. Bonsai. Clover. Sofi. Jax. Opie. Zoe (x3). Daisy (x2). Jack. Jazz. Bohdie. Bandit. Clancy. Indy. Cody. Sarah. Dougie. Conan. Ozzie. Ally. Beau. Beagle. Chloe (x2). Franklin. Tillie. Bailey. Baron. Winston. Scoobie. Jackie. Ella. Katy. Mali. Sophie. Chica. Layla. Sparco. Kodi. Chuck. Reese. Massey. Maggie. Sammy. Benny. Remy (x2). Madison.
And those, are off the top of my head the dogs I've either a) walked or b) babysat at the daycare. I know. I KNOW. There's more dogs too, I can guarantee I can't remember all their names.
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