Foster fail! Awesome.

Sure, my pets are # 1....but no stupid pets.

I am expecting they will live on the outside of the usual parameters under my care. I had a cat that liver to be 21. Thanks for sharing the info, though.

@Ingridd haha! It will probably live to like 15!

Same, no the pets, I was kicked out of home at 16-17, went to get my stuff, my parents had given it all to my brothers and others. This was not things given by my parents, this was gear I am worked for and paid for myself.

Hmm... my cat was the 'worst' part, not my 'stuffs'... though both were still pretty bad at the time... mostly because I felt, again, like I couldn't trust my family at all... which I guess I couldn't, seeing as I came back from basic training to find that my sister had stripped/destroyed my '70 Camaro.

Where is that wahmbulance anyway?

@Rugglseby The cat really was bad (I've always had a pet, save for my single years after moving out for college).

That said, while I was young I subscribed to, and collected several comic books (the subscriptions were gifts from either parents or grandparents), but I kept these, in order, and carefully resleeved in the same sleeves they were shipped in. I also had a lot of books that I'd collected over the years. Also a collection of Nat. Geo that went back to the 1930s (no, I am NOT that old). The only thing that wasn't given away was the Nat. Geos (granted, I also doted on the Nat. Geos.). Years later I find that the comics I'd subscribed to are worth a small fortune.

No, the value isn't really the issue, it's that the one thing that I obviously enshrined, was given away. Why? This was the '80s. Would you expect a child of the '40s to recognize the value of a comic book versus that of Nat Geo or some books (mostly Edgar Rice Burroughs but again books going WAY back)? Yep, they saw comics and a pulp as trash, and the Nat Geos as an investment and kept them... were it me, I'd see no harm in boxing it all, and stuffing it in a corner of the attic, or some such. Even if they didn't really store it appropriately, it at least shows an effort and says they valued my opinion/thoughts on the matter.

Put another way: I hear ya bud. Steamed me just as it seems it steamed you. And it's the callous disrespect/disregard that hurts. For me (ain't speakin' for you bud) THAT is what hurts, not really the loss of my stuffs.

@Gnarloc and @Rugglesby - What the heck? Really rough growing up there!

I can't imagine - well I can and I'm sincerely sorry that happened to either of you.

@Gnarloc The cat I can really understand, last time I lost a house, I had to give my dog away because I was living in my car,
the joy when I got her back2-3 years later, and she is still with me now, thought getting old

@RavenCT sounds ruthless

@Rugglesby Heheh, I sold my house in '16, moved into my car with my two cats (I'd lived in my car for about a years back in '82, sans animals, mind). We traipsed around the SW with a delve to the NE (Jersey) and I realized I was spending enough on hotel fees (so, no, I wasn't REALLY living in the car, more like out of it) to buy an RV... am living there now. When/if I can find a real job, or a gal, or that house that just HAS to be bought, I'll settle back down in what will likely be my last home. For now, the RV is my mobile apartment. Am working as a substitute teacher but... man, this does NOT pay the bills!

Hoping i can get my head back on my shoulders, straight, and get a job (etc) before too much longer.

I left home at 17. I had neatly put all of my mementos, pictures, etc. in a box and left my mom a note or something. A couple of years later, she told me she threw it away.

@BlueWave I am sorry to hear that. Hope things are better for you now (as they, mostly, are for me).

Awww. Frank the Fish. You know, people don’t realize they can live a long time, with proper care.

You should see them with apple peelings, they get into a tug of war over them. Tooo cute.

I used to keep guinea pigs in the 1970s..had 5-6 in a large two-level homemade indoor cage, with ramps and tunnels, covered in a layer of fresh hay.

I had a golden Peruvian that was so beautiful it didn't look real, abbyssinians, short hairs, etc. The sows would have four pups at a time and I'd sell the extra ones. They were so gentle and sweet, squeaking and begging when they heard me open the fridge. We'd let the babies run down our sleeves and snuggle with us.

I had guinea pigs as pets while growing up in Haiti as well.

@Annaleda He was laid to rest at the base of a Rose of Sharon - and buried in a cotton filled - empty kitchen match box. I kid you not.

Sweet. @RavenCT

I actually am really enjoying them, they are flipping cute as can be! I actually will be sad when they die, but probably won’t replace them with another pair.