My fondest memory with my first childhood cat was one evening coming home from school. He had gotten his claws on a bird in the tree in our front yard, and my mom and I came home to a yard fell of feathers and a very smug-looking kitty - little tail flicks and a look like, “Who, me?” lol and then the poor thing puked the bird’s skeleton all over my dads bed. I miss Tyler so bad…
I also have a funny memory of my first dog. We were out taking a walk one night when I saw a stray black cat in the road, which he immediately started barking at. I was able to restrain him and kept going. I don’t think anything of it until we got home and my dad immediately smelled something extremely foul. Turns out… well, let’s just say it was not a cat we’d encountered. lol