That's Willow, Fishy, named after my last boss who gave him to me as a rescue kitten. He never gets compliments so I'll pass it on to him.
I'm imagining your dog flattening spids like a rolling pin
Poor things, I don't mind them, I just don't want them sprinting around the house or lurking behind things. If I find a mangled one I always drop a book on them as I don't want them to suffer beyond what I can help...
That's a lovely name for a cat,very original I remember all the cats throughout my childhood and youth. OK thinking....Charlie,Cindy,Mungo,Sylvester,Mickey (who would bring home weasels and once a stoat!!),Smokey,Tommy (who was reared by a duck),Rory,Mosie and Toby. The last two I'll never forgive (ok well maybe) for picking off a whole brood of baby Blue Tits as they emerged from the nest box.
Yes Robbie loves rolling in things,moths too but then borders are quite daft. Oh and hair brushes because the spikes scratch his back.
I remember all my cats as well. The last one, Oliver, brought a half-dead pigeon in through the cat-flap at 2am one wet and windy night. He was so pleased with himself but I wasn't at all impressed. I now have a daft collie dog and a 'pet' spider who lives on the end of my kitchen counter under the cupboard there. He's grown a lot since he first took up residence. He was very nervous, disappearing at the slightest movement to start with but now he sits there and we have little chats while I get on with various things. Well OK I do the chatting but he's definitely listening and occasionally waves a leg though I don't know whether that's in agreement or not. I won't post a photo, he's not the prettiest of spiders
I used to be the same as most folk and only wanted rid of house spiders though I didn't kill them. Then I had children and decided to stop reacting to house spiders so the children wouldn't. I never minded the garden spiders as they just scarper anyway. Then I started phographing the natural world round where I live, plants, butterflies, dragonflies etc and inevitably smaller insects. Flat on my face in the undergrowth taking shots of fungi I often came face to face with creepy crawlies and photographed them as well. There's some fascinating stuff out there in the wilds of Dorset. The childhood 'training' comes in handy as my 6'3" son-in-law has to call on my 5' notalot daughter when he sees a house spider in their ancient cottage.
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That's Willow, Fishy, named after my last boss who gave him to me as a rescue kitten. He never gets compliments so I'll pass it on to him.
I'm imagining your dog flattening spids like a rolling pin
Poor things, I don't mind them, I just don't want them sprinting around the house or lurking behind things. If I find a mangled one I always drop a book on them as I don't want them to suffer beyond what I can help...
That's a lovely name for a cat,very original
I remember all the cats throughout my childhood and youth. OK thinking....Charlie,Cindy,Mungo,Sylvester,Mickey (who would bring home weasels and once a stoat!!),Smokey,Tommy (who was reared by a duck),Rory,Mosie and Toby. The last two I'll never forgive (ok well maybe) for picking off a whole brood of baby Blue Tits as they emerged from the nest box.
Yes Robbie loves rolling in things,moths too but then borders are quite daft. Oh and hair brushes because the spikes scratch his back.
I like the sound of Mungo
My current 5 (
) are all rehomes/rescues, the others are Moomintroll, Juba the II, Pumpkin and ancient Timbertwig.
Nothing wrong with having 5 cats
And you clearly put a lot more effort into choosing names 
I remember all my cats as well. The last one, Oliver, brought a half-dead pigeon in through the cat-flap at 2am one wet and windy night. He was so pleased with himself but I wasn't at all impressed. I now have a daft collie dog and a 'pet' spider who lives on the end of my kitchen counter under the cupboard there. He's grown a lot since he first took up residence. He was very nervous, disappearing at the slightest movement to start with but now he sits there and we have little chats while I get on with various things. Well OK I do the chatting but he's definitely listening and occasionally waves a leg though I don't know whether that's in agreement or not. I won't post a photo, he's not the prettiest of spiders
The patron saint of house spider fearing folk is Mr Dyson, a quick whizz and in the go, pop outside and dump them in the garden. Completely unharmed!
DorsetUK - A pet spider... faints at the thought
I was once given a cat called Woof, because she was bought up with dogs. She was catnapped by a lady friend and now lives in London.
My oldest daughter wanted a tarantula for her 2nd birthday. Wouldn't have bothered me, but we compromised and got a tank of fish instead
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
I used to be the same as most folk and only wanted rid of house spiders though I didn't kill them. Then I had children and decided to stop reacting to house spiders so the children wouldn't. I never minded the garden spiders as they just scarper anyway. Then I started phographing the natural world round where I live, plants, butterflies, dragonflies etc and inevitably smaller insects. Flat on my face in the undergrowth taking shots of fungi I often came face to face with creepy crawlies and photographed them as well. There's some fascinating stuff out there in the wilds of Dorset. The childhood 'training' comes in handy as my 6'3" son-in-law has to call on my 5' notalot daughter when he sees a house spider in their ancient cottage.