I remember all my cats, from poor old sylvia plath, a ginger girl, don't ask wtf happened to her, still very blue about that pictish warrior, anyhow the latest moggy queen is a little black girl cat, named magic, naturally! Ive had quite a collection over the years, muchly missed is Mozart, who was claimed by the Bruce Rock publican, and of course Midnight, my favorite warrior, capeable of dragging a brush tailed possum through a catdoor into the loungeroom, and fond of killing dugites, a venomous snake common in the southwest of Western Australia, scared the willies out of me a few times when i'd run in fright from a dead snake in the lounge or on the front verandah. i gave a dead snake to a local pastor, with a knife, good riddance. Anyway, sorely missed, all of them,,, want a dog next, tend to remember the names of the dogs, not the owners! Favorite dog was Toke, a german shepherd belonging to me mate Henry, loved him and he was awfully fond of me too. Scariest Dog was ironically Casper, a danish blue shepherd, not friendly to strangers, even my ex, who was actually related to the owners, used to throw a ball but he'd return it to margot, never me! And of course Chiquita, my father in laws dog, Claus loved that Australian Shepherd, rescued it, had a broken hip,, he paid for the operation and walked it daily. Miss em both.....