Hey, I got a million of them! (I just turned 60, and have had dogs and/or cats since I was 6, plus 11 years of teaching obedience classes & competing)
About being a b*tch... My pampered Miniature Bull Terrier, Gracie, taught me how the word crossed over from the dog world to the rest of us. She will sit in my lap, look up at me all smoosh-faced (I love you Mom, I love you Mom). According to DH, when one of the other dogs walks by, she'll turn towards them, making sure I can't see her face, and bare her teeth - then turn back and be all smoosh-faced again. What a "Female Dog"! (I let the filter have it this time!)
Jackson was a street tomcat that I befriended, fed, and eventually adopted about 20 years ago. I knew his time would be short, as he tested positive for feline leukemia. He seemed perfectly happy as an indoor-only cat, sometimes looking out the windows, but usually just hanging out near me and avoiding my kitty-loving dog Tamino.
After I'd had him around two years, he expressed a desire to go out. It was the middle of the winter in New England, with about a foot and a half of snow in the yard. I gathered him in my arms and stepped out on the porch.
He craned his neck and looked all around. Then he looked at my face, and tucked his face into my chest. "I remember all that - let's go back inside now."
A few weeks later, he was heading for the lovely dog bed my mother bought Tamino. (They were used to each other by now; Tamino tactfully left Jackson alone, and Jackson was getting over his street-bred fear.) Tamino was curled up in it, which meant Jackson would go for my pillow - 2nd best - instead. This time, Jackson stopped, looked at Tamino, shrugged his shoulders, and joined him. The rest of his too-short life, they would curl up together in the L.L. Bean comfy bed.
Another language story... The other cat I had at that time was unremarkable except for being remarkably stupid. She'd sit in "her" chair, and every time Tamino walked by, she'd reach out her paw and stick her claws into his back. How catty!
She eventually died. So, Jackson went away in the carrier and never came back, and then she did the same thing. (You know, that final trip to the vet's. *snif*) Tamino got very depressed. I worried about him - he wasn't a young dog at that point.
One of the supervisors at work had a cat that had had kittens, so I adopted two of them. I got them their first shots on the way home. Tamino was in bliss, and they adapted to him just fine! All was happy. You should have seen them - one large dog playing very carefully with two tiny
hellions kitties! Then it was time for their second set of shots.
I put them in the carrier and headed for the door. Remember what happened with kitties and carriers before? Tamino wouldn't let me leave! He got between me and the door, crying and sobbing. (Yes, dogs can sob.) I got on my knees, petted him and loved on him, and promised him I was going to bring them back. Still worried, he got out of my way.
When the three of us got home, it was party time! I swear, if it wasn't for that pesky gravity, Mr. T would have been walking on the ceiling.
I'd love to tell y'all about our trip from Connecticut to Colorado, but you've already gotten 5 stories. Your turns!