This is a photo of Loki, my one-year-old pearled cockatiel. She is very cute, pretty, and soft....and she uses it all to her advantage. She is stubborn, clever, and sometimes VERY ANNOYING! :) She is one of the softest things you'll ever touch, if you can manage if without having your hand bit off. She's very pretty...until she's glaring at you with those beady black eyes, razor beak open and ready to strike. Lol, but really? She is the best friend you can have. Having a bird is like having a kid, to a lesser degree. Always wants your attention...not to mention your food! Every time we eat, she flies on our heads, shoulders, feet, and hands to eat it herself. Sometimes she tries to take it off your fork! In this way, she's developed a taste for milk and pasta...and a way to coax our dinner away from us! She's a very clever birdy, but she doesn't understand what NO means! (She likes to chew our internet wires). She's working on getting along with our other pets...they want to be friends but she's kinda afraid of them. But sometimes, she's incredibly sweet. She whistles whenever we come home, and she's out of her cage every minute that we're home and awake, so she's very social. Sometimes she cuddles up under your chin and falls asleep. She loves mom the best in our house; always flying around (often away from 'terrifying' me) looking for her. She's sometimes the cuddliest little bird in the world, and I love her very much! And so does Veronica...lol, inside joke. :)

This is my rabbit Nancy. When we bought her, she was supposed to be a dwarf, but she grew so big we figured she was a crossbred. Eventually, we figured out she had English Spot blood in her (who knows what the other half is). Nancy is my longest-lived pet (and I've had a lot, lol), and one of my first. When we got her, she wasn't much more than a ball of fluff who liked to cuddle. Unfortunately, I wasn't that great at the whole TLC thing...I was too young to really understand what Nancy needed. Because of this, she grew up bitter and vicious (many of my friends called her the Killer Bunny from Monty Python). She'd hid away like a recluse in her GIANT cage and lunge at you when you stuck your hand in. As mom constantly tells me, feeding her was a pain. A few years ago, however, I started making a point of saying hello to her everytime I passed, determine to become friends with my character of a rabbit. Eventually I could pet her, and now she's the sweetest bunny ever. She's still a little nervous around strangers though, and she doesn't appreciate being picked up or being taken out to run around (basically, she stares at you until you put her back). Her cage door is open 24/7, but she never tries to escape. Everytime I pass by, she runs out to be stroked and petted and talked to. She loves being in the kitchen, where most of the action is. She's eight years old now, and healthy and happy. She gets along pretty well with the other pets; Loki is always landing on her cage and eating her hay, so Nancy keeps trying (and failing) to befriend her.She trusts me the most in our house (yeah! good taste, lol), and there's no doubt she's the queen of her domain! She's a sweetheart who I hope will stick around for a while longer!

Below is a rare moment of friendship between the regal queen and the spoilt princess:

Above is a picture of Terry and Sparta, my two old gerbils. Terry (short for Terrioka) is the black and white one (she looked like a miniature badger) and Sparta is the grey one with red eyes. Sparta just died last month, and Terry only died a few days ago. While we're adopting two gerbils from the Humane Society, I thought it appropriate to post this in remembrance of my two companions for 2 and a half years.
Terry was a little stupid, to be honest. She didn't know what food was, and was terrified of humans. She saw that hand, she RAN! When you held her, she bit you. She wasn't the friendliest, but occasionally she'd have a mood swing and be cute and cuddly. Of course, she was ALWAYS cute. With that adorable badger face, white dapples down her back, and a paintbrush tail with its bright white tip, she charmed everyone, making all want to hold her, not her sister. And while I hate favorism among my pets, I always favored Sparta.

Sparta was the ugly duckling. She had a grey coat, a long tail, and looked thoroughly like a mouse. If that didn't turn everyone away fast enough, there were her bright red eyes (I tell you, its impossible to get a picture of a red-eyed gerbil). And after a few months, her tail also repulsed everyone. During an escape attempt, Sparta managed to leave the end-half of her tail behind. So there she was, ugly and creepy-looking. She was very frail, thin because she got sick so easily, and refused to eat half the time. Yet she was amazingly smart for a gerbil. She guided her bigger sister lovingly to the food, and she'd figure her way through the obstacle courses my friends and I set very quickly. She was also friendlier, cuddling up to you and running over to you. She was the one allowed to run around on the ground, because her half-a-tail made her slower than Terry. After she died, Terry simply refused to eat. They'll be missed!