The Family

Andrew

I wasn't lying about him being a hick.

Andrew is my "domestic partner". I call him that cause we are technically common-law spouses, but he thinks that sounds too scary, because it implies that he's whipped (which he is). Boyfriend is kind of non-commital sounding and "mah man" makes me sounds like I've morphed into a female version of him. And it's totally official. Like, Facebook official.

He is the biggest hick possible (but not a red neck, which is apparently very different). He looks completely normal to most people, but don't be fooled by his Average Joe demeanor. He enjoys getting "Sha-Sha-ed", doing the "foosh-foosh" and making up other terms. And that's just the beginning. He's totally Coo Coo for Cocoa Puffs.

He didn't know how Jesus died and still doesn't know who Snooki is. It makes him endearing and even more lovable. Which makes up for the fact that he likes stuffed carcasses he can mount on the wall.

We've been together over five years. I believe he likes it, so he should put a ring on it.

Here he is in civillian attire, e.i., when I dress him.

Lucy

This was the day we got her, before she pucked SEVEN times on the drive home

Lucy, also known as Luce, Loser, Lucifer, Lucyintheskywithdiamonds and Gooser is our 2 and a half year old Border-Collie/Lab mix. We're not actually sure about the Border Collie part, but we tell her she is so she doesn't grow up with identity issues. It's bad enough that she knows she's adopted. Yes, we treat her like a four year old child that just happens to weight as much as a 11 year old child. Who also happens to be covered in fur.

She is extremely smart, is currently doing agility training, and enjoys waking me up at 3:30 every single morning to be let out/drink/finish her supper/prance in the living room because she got bored of sleeping. She likes to warn us of the threats that are posed by 12 year old neighbour who enjoys riding his bike by our road (Nathan is clearly practicing for when he'll have to run from the law. Lucy knows he's going to turn out to be a criminal.)

When bored and home alone, Lucy tends to party hard.

Tika and Sako

These kitties are probably over two years old now. Well, I guess they're over 4 years old if you add both their ages together. They are named after guns. This was the only way I could convince Andrew to let me adopt them (hey, think on the bright side. They could have been Remington and Winchester). We got them from one of our local vets, who took care of the litter of four after someone left them and the mama on their doorstep. I saw Tika, adopted her the same day, and then convinced Andrew that she was lonely and missed her sister. We bought Sako the very next day.


Tika is the bigger one. She is super affectionate to the point of being annoying, lazy, and the least graceful cat I have ever seen.

She has a facination with light reflections shinning on the walls, the plastic part of our shower curtain and Andrews feet when they're under the covers.

Sako is quite shy (read: runs and hides as soon as she hears someone pull up in the driveway), loves to knead and seems to have a broken purrer (sounds like a bad motor from a 1979 Honda).

She enjoys fresh-from-the-sink water and will meow adorably for you to fetch some for her. Her high-pitch meow has magical properties that force you to comply.