...Mrs. Torrance (my cat) turned 19 today!!!...will never forget the rush of anger I felt as I witnessed this twenty-something beach punk kicking this little white stray on the sands of Hermosa Beach, California, December 1, 1990...I was on a date, sitting on the outside patio of this Mexican restaurant, so buzzed on margaritas that I couldn't believe what I was actually seeing...I excused myself and bolted for the dude, who was about two hundred yards away...my adrenaline was peaking, as this idiot was with two other idiots...luckily, they stood off to the side as we went at it (woulda been complete toast)...to cut to the chase, I belted the guy, telling him to get the (insert word of choice) away from this terrified creature...amazingly, as things were growing progressively ugly, our momentum was stalled by the sight of a man from the Hermosa Beach Animal Control walking toward us with a cat carrier...I told him to call the cops on Mr. Jerkoff, and that I would take the cat...I found a box, poked some air holes in it with a pair of scissors given to me by an artist closing her shop on the boardwalk, and went back to the Mexican joint with my new friend...when I took her to the vet for shots, we guessed her age to be about six months...so, June 1st it is...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY AWESOME BEACH-BABE CAT-- nineteen years young, weighin' in at 7.6 pounds!!!...........

Well , Mark I quess we are animals of rescue we also do the same thing we went to look at some horses and this little filly was laying in water choking and my daughter fell in love with this filly the guy said it will die and the mom doesnt want it so needless to say my daughter said I dont care I want this horse he charge us 100.00 dollars for this horse well it didnt die and her name became Copper my daughters show horse and best friend and companion they were two peas in a pod she would whinny in the morning til Paisley would come over to see her .. she did pass on was one of the hardest things for all of us but most of all Paisley But a Horse to remember  

Jules & I were at a party over in North Sioux one night when this neglected kitten crashed the festivities. This little feline sought out Julie's attention and got it all night. When we left the party, we took this dirty little alley cat home with us. 

Originally we were going to name him Tequila due to the drink of choice at the party. But we decided to name him after one of our favorite story book characters, Curious George. That was a decade ago and George is still part of our family.

George is the only family pet that we have ever owned, and his name fits his personality perfectly.

Now most house cats as they get older, normally lay around the house and get fat, lazy, and develope an attitude. Not George. For being almost ten years old, he's as active as ever and just can't seem to stay out of trouble. We've learned the hard way that nothing is safe or sacred when he's around. 

George has been known to chew into a loaf of french bread that is sitting on top of a breadbox which is sitting on top of the refrig. George also has a thing for chewing up straws. It doesn't matter to him if the straws are in the dish strainer or in a soft drink on the counter. A few weeks ago Julie got up for work only to find that the midnight bandit had gotten into a bag of potato chips that were in the cupboard. The mess was all over the kitchen.

George is quite the character, but our house wouldn't be a home without our favorite fur ball.