I'm not snacking or watching! I don't have cable...
I have a question of the day request! 4/19: Tell me about your pet(s)! What are they? How did you get them? Something cute about them? Whatever you want!
I have three:
My big boy. Seven years old, tuxedo cat. He is named after a famous crime film character. He was born on my couch! My husband actually rescued his mama, who had been ditched in the parking lot of the hotel where he worked overnights at the time. We planned to foster her and find her a forever home... and then we realized she had stowaways! We kept mama until she had her babies (a total of four) and raised them to twelve weeks. Then everyone went to forever homes.... except my boy, who had latched to my heart with his little claws. He sleeps on me every night, and just about every other opportunity he gets. He is the aforementioned motor brigade - he LOVES to purr, he is almost always purring at me. All I have to do is say "my baaaaby!" and he starts purring.

He gently touches our hands with his paw to request treats, and his meows are
very expressive.
My little girl. Eight months old, tabby cat. She is named after a modern Disney character, a "descendant" of a much older character. My husband was picking his sister up, and heard a kitten screaming outside. He saw her by herself in the yard of an abandoned house, but left her because he suspected mama cat was nearby and would come back for her. Whe he returned hours later, however, her little cries were still there. She had crawled to the curb, and was horribly hot to touch as this was an August day in Florida.

Fearing she would either die of heatstroke or get into the road and be run over, he brought her home. I estimate from her size, abilities, and development that she was about 3.5 weeks old. We bottle fed her, and thought we found a forever home for her... until we found out she has a physical defect that makes it harder for her to catch her breath. The home no longer wanted her. So she found forever with us. She can't meow, only "meep", and she trills whenever she jumps up on something as if announcing her arrival.
My scaly boy! A year and a half old, veiled chameleon. He is named after a very obvious 80s pop song. And yes, this is ANOTHER "my husband saved a helpless critter" story! He was at an acquaintance's house when they revealed they had acquired a baby chameleon. When they showed him to him, however, he was horrified. He was in the bottom of a five-gallon bucket with nothing to climb on (terrible for chameleons, who are tree-dwellers and their feet are basically made ONLY for climbing!), no heat source (cold-blooded!), no light source (chameleons require UVB to properly absorb calcium), and apparently starved. He was just a tiny thing, and skeletal. He told them he was taking the chameleon, which they seemed unbothered by. I met him at the pet store, and the moment I saw him I thought he would die. But I wanted to try. I hand-fed him worms and crickets, because he was too weak to move. He is now perfect, healthy, and very big and beautiful! He gets very excited for hornworms, and whenever I get near his cage he reaches for me.
Tell me about those fuzzy/feathery/scaly babies!