what is the wierdest way you found one of your pets?

Answer 1

one time my mom couldnt find her cat when we were gettin ready to leave the house and right before we left i went to the fridge to get my lunch and it was in there!!! it would have been dead by the time we got back if i hadnt found it.

Answer 2

Do you mean position, place or how one acquired their pet?

One of the most unusual ways we got a pet was on Halloween night several years ago. We got home after a late ritual/party and had crawled into bed about 1am. My roommate heard a car squealing it's tires and then heard a tiny kitten's meowing.

She went outside and found a small black and white kitten huddled in the cold. Her face had been scraped raw, half her whiskers missing and eyebrows and road rash. Someone had thrown the kitten out of a moving car.

Her name is Darcyquinn which is Gaelic for Dark Little One and she's still with us more than 10 years later.

Answer 3

I have a cat at my parent's house that I got when I was around 15. I went to a house party and these people were giving these cats drugs, and I'm not talking about drugs like pot. I wanted to take them all but I knew I couldn't so I just picked the one I thought was the cutest and left with it. She was small enough to sleep on my hand when I got her, she couldn't have been more then a few weeks old. I had to feed her with an eyedropper for awhile until she could eat wet cat food. She's kind of like my baby.

Answer 4

My cat Sparkles was an abandoned kitty. At the time I was driving a big rig, hauling cement. In Las Vegas that day it was 106. I looked over at the truck next to me and saw this little calico cat crawling in front of the steer tires of the truck next to me. She was just the size of my hand. I put on the emergency brake and flashers and got out. By the time I got to her she was in front of the drive tires of my rig. And could not move her back end.... She is a joy to live with a year later.

Answer 5

Well, this wasn't me, but it's close.

My sister was driving home one evening and she happened to see a black lab cross dog on the side of the road. It was out on the highway in the middle of nowhere, and the dog seemed lost. He was limping pretty badly, so she stopped and looked to see if he had ID or a collar or anything. He had no collar, he was so skinny you could see his ribcage, and he ended up having a shattered hip from being hit by a car. They took him home, put up missing posters at the SPCA and around where they found him, but no one returned their call. They decided to keep him, and they named him Lucky. He's put on a lot of weight now and his hip seems to be healing, but he still leans on walls and people for support when he's sore (:

Answer 6

Her @ss end sticking out of a turkey carcass in the middle of the road outside the house. Yeah, right around Thanksgiving. She once came home with a broken glass spaghetti jar still around her neck! She is long gone. Her pilfering done her in, sorry to say. That was Cricket.

Answer 7

OMG
you asked for it.

I had a fine cat named "Rocky" because he had two black eyes---perfectly symmetrical, he was a strikingly good-looking Tom.

I got drunk and drove a motorcycle with no clutch and no brakes through the Naval Weapons Station in Concord CA to Pittsburg---speed-shifting, with my dog "Chippy" on the gas tank. I visited some friends in town, got drunker, and adopted a kitten who had two black eyes, a bit asymmetrical, and a black spot on her nose, and named her "Booger."

well

here I am drunk and driving a motorcycle that had no business being driven, with a dog on the gas tank and holding a kitten in my arms, and the kitten was not pleased...

so

I got to a wicked turn, and just decided that I did not wish to own this motorcycle any longer---in the accidents I'd had in the past my last thought was always "oh shat' but this time I distinctly remember saying, "just frank it' and laying the bike down. The dog and I were unhurt, but we could not find the kitten.

The first motorist who came by gave me and Chippy a ride home, (God bless you, sir, wherever you are) and I worried about the kitten, but the next morning I endured the third-worst hangover of my life, and was out of commission until the early afternoon.

I returned to the scene of the accident, and a guy who lived nearby had already picked up the motorcycle. I told him to keep it. My ex-worf was calling "here kitty kitty" to no avail, and we were getting ready to leave when I started to meow. "Meow, meow" I said. "Meow, meow" Booger answered, and came trotting up to us eagerly. we had her for several years afterward...she was a good cat, and produced many kittens...she died under the wheels of a car a few years later...

Oh, and Yogi---that is a fine story---Yogi is a fine dog, the light of my son's life and alive and well in Powell, WY. There is a fine story about how we got him---my ex-worf asked me to go to the pound and see if there were any good dogs there. I did, and immediately found Yogi---and told my ex that I had chosen a dog for her.

She was not pleased. She screeched at me---I told you to LOOK for a dog, not pick one out---then after she calmed down she went to the pound, and walked up and down the hall until she found a dog she liked---when she looked at the tag on his cage her name was already signed up for him. She looked at me, said, "oh" and then she SO shut up...it was a fine moment...anyways, someone else was first on the list for this dog. Bummer. So I came back with a blue pen and changed the phone number of the person who was first in line---a 1 became a 9, a 6 became an 8, and we got him...and he is loved...and spoiled, and grateful, and deserving...a fine dog...

Answer 8

LMAO A couple months ago my little male Pomeranian was out playing in the back yard and I let him stay out about 30 minutes- when I went to go and let him in he was actually trying his very best to ummmmm GET IT ON with our neighbors cat! The look on that poor cats face was priceless!!!! I laughed sooo hard I almost wet my britches! Just goes to show- males really will try to bag anything that moves!

Answer 9

When I was a young kid we found four baby skunks whose Mother was killed. We took them home and somehow convinced my parents to keep them temporarily. We kept on and gave the other three away to others. Of course we had them descent-ed; but didn't realize that they could have sprayed us at anytime previous. We thought they where too young, but the Vet said they are born capably of spraying. I guess we got lucky, and so did the baby skunks!!

Answer 10

I have two dogs. One weighs only 10 pounds the other 60. I once found the big one sleeping in the little ones bed. His head and rear was off the bed but he did have his body in it. I couldn't even see the bed. He covered it all.

Answer 11

I usually pick up kittens from the Human society cuz they come fixed already and I was having such a hard time deciding... I found a little black and white one curled up in a corner of her cage. I prodded her awake and she started climbing up the side of her cage and actually hung from the top of it like spider kitty! I named her Kaiju which is japanese for monster ^.^