Tell me something funny or odd or sweet that your pet does...
... except you must use the words "my roommate" instead of "my cat" or "my dog" (or whatever your pet is).
My roommate likes to sleep with shoes.
My roommate steals my underwear from the laundry basket.
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We called it "rock soccer" because the rock was about the size of a soccer ball. She would roll it around with her front feet and growl at it! It was too funny! I sure miss my roommate Annie. 
It went well for a week or two, but now he’s scared of the possum and hides behind me when the possum comes over for a snack.
...that he would fall on his side, get up, and continue running 
Sorry. That's just too funny!
And you need a toaster "cozy" cover!
Sorry... I know it's not funny. But it's funny!
I can’t refer to him as “My Roommate” because he was so much more than that. He will be gone 16 years this coming summer and I still miss him every single day.
“BB” would carry a bone or a rawhide chew to the middle of the wall in the living room, and place it along the baseboard...(damn, I only wish I had made a video of him doing this) and when I say “Place” I mean just that...he would carefully select a spot along the floor and set the item down and proceed to bury it.
With imaginary dirt.
He would make the motion most dogs do when pushing dirt they have dug up out of a hole in the lawn, meaning he would look as if he is shoving dirt back over the item with his snout!
It was charming and bizarre at the same time! Here he was, standing at the center of the wall in the carpeted living room, pushing a pile of dirt only he could see, covering a rawhide chew up so no one could see it.
I watched him actually inspect his work and then walk away! Of course, there was no dirt and the toy is just sitting there, plain as day!
He was so utterly charming, and had so many funny and unique quirks that I could write a book on his antics.
My bud. My everlasting Beau Brummel. Wherever you are, old friend, I know you are making them smile.
The Elegant Tourist
when he poops on the kitchen floor.
You're both so fortunate!
...over when I get out.
My roommate also likes to lay on his back with arms and legs in the air and take naps anywhere he decides to - usually right in the path where we walk.
... if I was careless and didn't properly close the door with a solid "CLICK". He'd push his way in and just sit there waiting, watching, waiting. (And if I took "too long" he'd get impatient and surprise me by peeping around the shower curtain! What nerve!)
and has been for almost 17 years. We LOVE each other to bits!
she sits quietly and dignified in the "feeding area" looking at me when she wants a treat. Now the 1 year old stray I recently adopted sits behind her with the exact same stance, looking at me, awaiting the treat. 
