I find the lack of bird and reptile representation in this thread upsetting. So...
This is Minaj (I wasn't the one who named her...). She's a white dove (aka common pigeon who was bred to be white). She's 8 1/2 years old. She used to live in a loft with a lot of other white doves who were used for dove releases in weddings, until she got a brain parasite. She can no longer fly or walk, but lives in a palace of memory foam and microplush blankets and gets to eat all of her favorite seeds and has almost daily physical therapy sessions and likes to sit in my lap and groom herself while I watch TV.
This is Sammy. She's a 2 1/2 year old cornsnake that I got as a hatchling. (She was only about 1 year old in the picture, though, so she's much bigger now) She's pretty awesome and almost always tries to eat her mice backwards. She even escaped in my mom's car once when she was taking her in to teach her preschool class about reptiles. Unfortunately, it was rather hot out at the time, so it took a few days and a cool night to get her to come out of whatever nice nook she found and snuggle in the box under a heatlamp that we'd put in.
And then like seemingly everyone else, I have a cat, who is the love of my life. He's almost 4 now. His name is technically Apollo, but everyone calls him Bug. While he's a super snuggler with me, he's a bit of bully to everyone else, both animal and human. He's also very paranoid that everyone else will steal all the food and he will never get to eat again, so he steals everyone else's food and defies my best attempts to keep him from getting fat. And he has leaky anal glands. So whenever he gets really happy or really stressed, he gets really smelly. And likes to rub his butt in my face.
While I'm at it, this is one of my parents' cats who might end up coming with me if I go off to vet school in the fall, as his brother may no longer be with us by the end of the summer and I'd hate to leave him stuck alone with our prissy old girl (who also might not be alive by the end of the summer) and the dog he doesn't get along with. His name is Charlie, he's almost ten years old, and is one of the most charming, gregarious cats you'll ever meet. He has the most unique, entertaining purrs and it takes very little to get him going. He's also a big trouble maker who likes to chew on bread you leave on the counter and knock over glasses of water you leave out.
Might as well post photos of the rest of the pets in the house as I keep talking about them.
This is Charlie's brother Oliver. He was born missing part of his right hind leg. But he seems to think it's still there sometimes and tries to use it to scratch behind his right ear all the time. When you scratch his ear for him, his little stump starts to twitch as if he was doing it himself. He's a pretty anxious, timid cat. Unfortunately he has an enlarged heart and may be starting to develop congestive heart failure, as he's been coughing an increasing amount the past few days.
And this is Taffy. She's almost 18. Until her kidneys started giving out on her about two years ago, she's been a perfectly healthy girl her whole life. Until she started getting sick she always seemed to take great pride in her appearance, as it would seem, keeping herself thin and grooming herself quite regularly. She's pretty independent, relying on humans only for food and a warm lap, although her heated bed has replaced the latter pretty much entirely. She used to sit under lamp shades with her head next to the lightbulb to keep herself warm.
And this is our dog Milo. He's either 3 1/2 or 5 1/2 years old, depending on who you ask. He's a mix, but no one can agree on what kind. We've had him for about a year. He had major separation anxiety issues when we first got him, but he's calmed down. He's still super neurotic though, and is afraid of pretty much everything, including water, hugs, and the sound of the clicker i tried to use to train him. His tail is a deadly weapon. He likes to follow his nose when he's out on walks and sometimes freezes when he smells a rabbit and you have to drag him a few houses down the street before he starts walking again. When inside, he collects all of his toys and bones and most of the cat toys and hordes them in one of his beds. Despite being a rather tall, 40 lb dog, we dress him up in winter coats when he goes outside (it's not
that cold where I live) and even tried to put booties on him yesterday after he got ice frozen to his paw and refused to walk any further so my mom had to carry him the rest of the way home (as I said, he's a neurotic wuss)
And I was told by multiple people(including both my vets) that most large breed puppy food is specially formulated so the puppy doesn't grow too fast and cause structural problems. 
. After getting to know everyone and exploring a bit, she started to play with the cat toys. 
