I have a dog and two cats.
Eva is a middle-aged welsh springer spaniel who still thinks she's a puppy. She loves sleeping, belly scratches, eating and chasing birds. The local Noisy Miners have learned to avoid her, as when they try and swoop she rises up to try and get them, she's never caught one though. She's been around a lot longer than the cats and is still slightly jealous of our attention but it gets better by the day. She loves to pretend she needs to go outside for a pee after she's done eating, only to immediately zoom in on the cat bowls outside and eat anything the cats might have left. Her kill count is finding a bunch of baby rats and bringing them to us gently one at a time with her mouth, these were put down humanely at the vets, and a rather startled rainbow lorekeet one evening who was released to its family the next morning after spending the night chilling out in one of our old birdcages.
Darcy and Leila are two strays who found their way under my car one morning as kittens. There was a third kitten, but it disappeared before I took them in. I heard some people outside talking about the kittens one day, and I tell my sisters that it was probably picked up by them, but I can't help thinking it might have been a hawk or something. They're both about a year old and are very much outdoor cats by choice. They both drool slightly.
Darcy, aka The Tom, is white with grey and black stripes on the back of his head and tail. He hangs around the back yard staring at the fence when I'm home. He hates it when people move their feet under the covers, and he only enjoys being picked up if he's tucked under an armpit and allowed to survey his domain. He also has no idea what a car is, and loves to sit in the middle of the driveway as I'm coming home. Darcy's kill count so far is two rats, and one live bird dragged in and released unharmed.
Leila, aka The Tiddler, is a charcoal mixed with grey and caramel spots all over. She's a bit less confident than her brother, and as we were introducing them inside used to run out and start "crying" occasionally. She's much better now though, and makes her presence known whenever she wanders inside. She holds the unenviable distinction as being the latest pet to pee in my room, she knows she did bad. She enjoys getting her belly scratched immensely, and likes sleeping in awkward positions on the stairs. Leila has no known kills at this point beyond young skink lizards.
They're all fat and happy, and most evenings when it's cool and the streets are quiet I will take them all on a quiet walk around the block. Eva always sniffing in front, Dracy leading his sister on the way from the house, and Leila leading her brother on the way back towards the house. They're all on a bit of a diet right now, and they do not like it!
The scariest thing that's happened to me during a walk was walking calmly, turning my head to follow Darcy walk to investigate something and seeing a tawny frogmouth sitting on the fence above him not three feet away. It probably handled the situation better than I did, sitting there calmly and I quietly urged the pets to stay close. When I turned further down the street it had disappeared.