There are only 2 pets.
All others are pale shadows of these 2 and onlys.
One is damp.
The other is somewhat less damp.
...but not always.
They shame us with their ease of existence and command over their domain.
And yet they have never met to enjoy the sheer perfection of the other's existence.
Missed opportunities...
However they should also never be pets, as we are really
their pets.
They live to be free and we live to be a casual annoyance at times, looking at them with our big googly-eyes.
What they must think of us....
They are of course:
The Master of the Sea, the
cuttlefish
- and -
The Master of the Land, the
capybara
PS: No Master of the Sky yet as birds are loud, insects are annoying, and bats have funny faces.
PPS: OK and I'm still holding out for flying cuttlefish and at least gliding capybaras. It could happen!