This is me. My personality type is ENFP, I'm a Libran and I was born in a Fire Horse year. I'm a much less complicated person than anyone gives me credit for.
This is Spike. He's a four year old Border Collie. I adopted him from the Dogs Trust in April 2003 when he was ten months old.
His full geek-name is Captain James Tiberius Spike Reynolds, after a starship captain, another starship captain, and a vampire with a soul. Obviously he doesn't use all those names in his daily life, but they express a great deal about his personality. He also answers to Shark or Evil Bugger. He climbs trees and is obsessed with cats.
It's been said that although you may have many dogs, you only get one "heart dog" per lifetime. I don't know if that's true, but if it is, Spike is mine.
This is Squish. He's a three year old German Shorthaired Pointer. He was supposed to be my foster dog after a friend of mine rescued him from a lifetime tied in a back garden, but he stuck.
His geek-name is Cooper Squish Hawkes Tam, after a Cluster Lizard, a strange young girl and a Marine. Squish is a deeply weird, Dagenham* yet adorable dog. He has a passion for music and sings in a high, clear castrato whenever he hears one of his special songs. He also eats snails and steals fridge magnets to hide in his bed.
*Dagenham = London Underground slang. Completely insane. Two stops past Barking.
Maisie the Slayer is my mother's cat. We no longer live with her, but she gets a mention because she's the love of Spike's life. He spent a year trying to kill next door's cat Sukie, after seeing her beat Maisie up on the garage roof. Sukie voluntarily became an indoor cat after a few months of that, and I still have to avoid mentioning her name in Spike's hearing.
Cassiopeia is our Number One cat. She's black and white, she's a cuddleslut, she's pretty, she's noisy and she takes no shit from dogs. We adopted her in May 2006 from a couple who told me they had to rehome her because they were moving to a place that didn't allow cats. She was eight months old. They were liars, and they were actually dumping her for being seven weeks pregnant - hence, our other cats.
Naamah is Number Two cat. She's the one of Cassie's kittens that I felt compelled to keep. She's a bold bad cuddleslut pirate adrenaline junkie with no fear. She likes mountaineering, bungee-jumping and toilet-diving. I'm just glad she has nine lives.
Hamish, Cassie's only son, is my sister's cat now and no longer lives here. Spike and I miss him very much.
Saffron went with Hamish to my sister's. Don't let the cute face and pink button nose fool you. She's an evil genius.