My Children

When I say my children, I mean my pets. 
They’re kind of like children, yeah?
I have two half-mastiff and half-Siberian huskys. They are from the same litter and I’ve had them since day two. Alexandria (pictured below, the one on the left.) is the second born and Brutus (pictured below on the right) is the sixth (and final) born. They have a sister, Lelu (the first born), who lives with my sister, Heather, and her husband-to-be, Danny. 
Alexandria and Brutus came into my care unexpectedly. Icy, a rescue dog my sister and Danny found and also the Siberian Husky, became pregnant after escaping the fence from my sister’s yard. Heather didn’t know she was going to have puppies until one day, sitting in my mom’s favorite chair, out popped Lelu. After all six puppies were born, Heather loaded them in the car and drove our house. They stayed in my house for a week before they were weened off their mother. I wanted to keep Alexandria. Just her. Two puppies would be hell to raise! I could totally handle just one, yeah? My mom had her heart set on Brutus though and when, after that week, Heather and Danny were loading up the puppies to take back to her house. She gave me Alexandria to keep and then ten seconds later, I was handed Brutus as well. Even though mother said she didn’t want the puppy we all knew she really did.
Alexandria and Brutus are both one year old and will turn two July 7th.  Pictured below, they’re six months. The puppies are now quite big! It is a wonder how I mange to sleep at night. SideInfo: Icy ran away when all the puppies were only a few months old. We had a storm and the fence broke down, she ran off and never came back. MoreSideInfo: The other three puppies were given away to someone by my sister. It is unknown where they are or who they are with.

But wait! I have one more baby!
This one is about five years old. He’s an orange tabby cat named Koga. He’s a rescue, so his age is not really known, but I’ve had him for about five-six years now. One day after school, I came home and there was this new cat here. (We had two already, Prince, my mom’s cat, and his sister Princess, who was my cat. She died last year.) Mom and Heather, who was single at the time, both said they didn’t want the cat and they’d tried everything to get the cat out of our yard. Heather even sprayed poor Koga with the water hose! Of course, I wasn’t having it. He was just a cute little kitten! So I took the cat into the computer room with me and we bonded. No one wanted the cat around them. So I put the kitten on my shoulder and typed away at the computer. (This sparked a habit with Koga and whenever he sees me on the computer he jumps up and lays across my shoulders or lays across my arms as I type. If only I had known that would start happening!) I won my mother over and she allowed me to keep Koga!
A month later, I came home from school and my heart broke. Koga had managed to sneak out of the house and was lost. I didn’t know how much I’d really loved that cat till he was gone. We went out looking for him may times, but never found him. 
Another month later, I came home from school and there Koga was, sitting in the living room, much bigger!, and waiting for me. He greeted me as usually with his tail up and we’d be family ever since. My sister had managed to find him while she was driving home. Just down the road he was living in a ditch and eating grasshoppers! Till this day he’s scared of thunderstorms and never wants to leave the house unless I’m standing outside with him. 
SideNote: If you haven’t noticed, Koga is named after someone. Google Kouga. Just different spelling. 
SideNote: He likes to chew towels and clothes and he loves kale. No idea why.