My first pets were fish when I turned three. One was a tiny eel-like thing, and the other two were more convential looking fish, one was yellow and one was blue. After the first day, I never saw the eel one again. It basically crawled under the rocks and died. The other two got flushed when we moved out of our apartment a year or so later. Sad. I never felt close to them, and they were kinda boring, so it turned me off to fish as pets for life. They just don't do it for me, I guess
The first pet I had that I could actually touch were a couple of cats that my dad kept. They were named Gizmo and Fred. Fred was grey and white, and Gizmo was white with orange spots. I didn't get to see them that often, because my parents were separated, but they always seemed to remember me. Gizmo was my favorite and would cuddle with me while I watched cartoons in the afternoons. They were awesome cats, and are a big part of the reason that I have a cat now. ^_^
