The first pet I had as a kid was a little mutt dog named Patty. Then we had a redtail boa constrictor named Rose. She was about four feet long when we moved from Ohio to Utah and had to give her to one of my dad's friends before we moved.
I don't recall having a cat until we moved here (to Utah) but before our first cat, I had dwarf hamsters and an albino rat. I had hamsters all through when I was 8, 9, and 10, and got my rat before I turned 11. She died just before I turned 13, then we got our first cat.
His name is Zee and he's still around. He's about...11 years old, I think. Our second cat was a Bombay named Koda, but she got outside and disappeared last winter. She was an inside-outside cat when we adopted her, and she'd always come back if she got outside, but this time she didn't.
Our third cat is a long-haired tortoise-shell calico named Matrix/Fuzzle (cuz she's VERY fuzzy) and she's still around. She's 5 or 6.Our dogs are a Golden Retriever/Great Pyrenees mix named Maxie, and a German Shepherd named Luna. Maxie is...uh...7 or 8, I think, and I'm pretty sure Luna is 6. She was 4 months old when we adopted her and Maxie was 1 year old. The cats and dogs are all afraid of my birds, mostly because Tipsy bites them if they get too close.
I think I also partly instilled some of that fear with a little bit of negative reinforcement if they got too close and/or seemed too interested in them...
We'd never had birds until I had many encounters of birds of all sizes at pet shops. Whenever we went to pet shops, I would spend all my time with the birds and would hold them if I was permitted. When I was 15, I started asking my parents if I could get a parrot. In September of the year I turned 16, I brought home Matisse, my cockatiel. He was just weaned; about 4 months old. Just over a year later, in May, I brought home my second parrot after he was weaned; a blue-headed Pionus named Ares.
Ares was just barely a year old when I, like a moron, took him outside with me to get the mail. It was 12 noon on June 1st, bright and sunny. A bird flying overhead startled him and he managed to free his feet from my grip and he took off. Two weeks later, I got a call from a woman asking if I'd found my parrot yet. I said, "No, have you?" and she said "No, but I have a proposition for you." A week later, I brought home Tipsy, a Jenday conure. It's been 3 years since then. Next June it'll be 4 years. Matisse is 5, Tipsy is 7, and Ares would be 3 if he was still here.
I don't think I'm any particular animal person (i.e. cat person, dog person, bird person, fish person, etc). I love all my animals. Though I am a bit biased toward my birds.
I'm even planning on writing a fiction book to bring the plight of wild parrots to light (illegal parrot trade, deforestation, hunting). If it gets published, I want part of the proceeds to go to conservation. 

(I'm designing and drawing a tattoo in honor of my boys. WIP = Work In Progress. Read the image description, please!
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