Love this thread! I grew up with a lot of animals. We had Seven cats, a dog, two guinea pigs, and a bunch of rabbits when I was really young. I all the cats were senior when I was 6, and most died around that time. Same for the rabbits and the dog. Then we had a husky, a hamster, and two cats. When my parents divorced we didn’t have any cats anymore(one died very young in an accident with the window and the other one went to my grandma to live there, she is still there nowadays. My mother failed to teach my brother and sister to respect animals so they hunted the cat down to play with her. She couldn’t cope with that obviously). My parents rehomed our husky as well. I was heartbroken, she was amazing and my best friend. I went to visit her in her new home after she had been there for over a year, and she was doing really well. She remembered me and went crazy when she saw me, it was so sweet!
We didn’t have any pets for a while, but then we adopties Max, our cat. Soon Whisky, another cat, followed. At that time we me and my brother both had q mouse as well, but they lived with my father so we only saw them when we were with my father. He didn’t have a home at that moment and lived on the farm(not a productive farm, they have chickens, rabbits, does, used to have three goats, cows, pigeons, cats(one of them is a street a cat I befriended, and my parents agreed to take him to my grandparents so he could live a good life), a few ducks and two horses) of his parents.
My father’s new girlfriend did have a dog, Kely. I had a great bond with Kely, she really was my heart dog. She died of cancer two years ago, but she did have a long, happy life. Me and my two siblings adopted three Flamish giant rabbits who lived with my father. They had to stay at the farm for a month because we were moving into a new house. Due to a whole drama with my nieces, they bres one of our rabbits. There were 12 babies and one of them got rejected. We took her home and raised her by hand.
My mother bought a rabbit too, Bacardi. She really doesn’t understand what care they need. The rabbits we had when I was young, had free range of our garden do were quite happy, but Bacardi was alone and living inside. Eventually I persuaded her and was allowed to give her a friend(his name was Special)and a big outside enclosure.
Soon after Bacardi came here, I was allowed to adopt my first bird, Tiki the Cockatiel. Special died after two years. He was only 6 at the time, I don’t know what happend exactly but he tripped over something and snapped his neck. Bacardi’s new friend is Breezer, one of my friends found him roaming around in the city. They couldn’t find out where he came from, even after putting up posters, so I took him in. He was only 3 months old and gracefully accepted Bacardi as his queen.
Then I got the great idea to hatch two duck eggs. My grandmother(the one who lives on the farm) always told me how much she would like to have a small flock of Indian runnners. She is very dear to me, and because Indian runners are not really common here I decided to hatch them myself. I hired a broeder, got four eggs from a lady who had a small flock and didn’t want them to reproduce, and after 30 days Pippin and Myn were Born. They bonded to me and were very tame, and I couldn’t bear to let them go. So they stayer here.
My mother’s boyfriend got a lovebird and wanted me to tame him. I Said I would do it. That lovie was Henkie, and after a month my mother’s boyfriend Said I could keep him. So Henkie could stay. The fact that he stayed only had one con, I wasn’t allowed to adopt a second tiel anymore.
Tiki died in september 2016, and in August 2017 I adopted Fëanor, another lovebird.
So I have grown up with a lot of animals. I love animals so much and I feel so lucky that I got to build a lot of relationships with all kinds of animals. When one of the mother cows would die at the farm, usually the baby had to be hand raised. My father lived there when such a thing happend. Sjaakie was an orphaned calf, and I got to care for him completly when I was around. I also witnessed the birth of my ducks and a lot of cows. My garndmother would call me when a cow was giving birth. I couldn’t tell Anyone else and had to be really quiet, it was wonderful to see a calf take his first steps and drink for the first time. A lot can be Said about my mother, but after all I am happy that she allowed me to give parrots a place in my life. Parrots more than any others animals have turned my entire life upside down. Those Tiny bundles of feather mean everything to me and have taught me so much.
. We had loads of animals in our childhood despite my mum not being keen on them. My mum always argued when my dad brings an animal in the house but she can't help falling in love with them. 
That sure is interesting! I imagine iT was amazing to grow up together with all those beautiful animals
But he’s VERY mischievous cat, or even pet, that I’ve ever lived with. He feels the need to get into everything, stick his face in everything. Everything you don’t want him to do, he will do. He’s just a wild cat. 
