I have two of the laziest, nose-in-the-air cats there are. They would be retired in a sunny climate and not move.

That's a hard question....I have a lot of pets. I will pick Gertie, who was rescued as a down and out throw away, although she is a purebred Parson Russell Terrier. She would probably be living in a van down by the river....or in this case, bayou....so maybe a 1994 ford van.

I have laid back kitty, and spastic kitty. I'd say Maggie moo would be a great counselor or an audiologist, something that has to do with listening and soothes people. She'd drive a VW bug. Murphy boo would likely have his license revoked for poor driving, and be in jail. He thinks his real name is Get down! or No! for short.

Well I had a Lab that would have been a baker. We called him a breaditarian. He loved bread and baked goods. It was the only food he would ever steal. He would drive a bread truck or a van.

Our Bullmastiff X would have been a nurse. Kind gentle ,caring loving, but no one would get past her in ICU. Her vehicle would be a SUV crossover.

Our Rottie would have been an astronomer. She had a keen interest in aerospace. She would also have a side interest in UFOs and the possibility of life on other planets. The speed of light was another interest. But her employment would just be for her personal fulfillment, not monetary gain. She loved being chauffeured about town as she sat regally in the back seat. We used to call it driving Miss Daisy. She would not drive but would probably own a stable of fine cars appointed to her taste.

Our current pup is not yet four months old but she is showing her herding instincts quite well. So she would be security in charge of crowd control. She could also work in the world of upholstery or toy restoration. She is really good at unstuffing things. Her vehicle at this point would be a 4 wheeler.

Biscuit would be a dermatologist, she has skin allergies & hardly had any hair when we got her. She would drive a corvette convertible, she loves wind in her face.

Well, let me add one of my cats....Favio...the kitten that was transported out of the front seat, under the truck bed, and back into the truck the next day....if y'all remember me telling you about him. This happened when he was one day old. He was an orphan, and I raised him on a bottle, and he has turned into an overweight, surly to other cats, Mama's boy. (He loves me). He would live in my basement....if I had a basement, and play video games all day. He wouldn't have a car and would walk everywhere he went...which wouldn't be very far....he would wheedle me all day long to take him to a fast food joint or to the video games store. He would steal money out of my purse. I call him Farb now...which went from Fav, shortened from Favio to Fob (my husband called him Fob), and now I call him Farb. No wonder he is confused. He doesn't care what you call him as long as you call him for dinner.

My granddog would be a psychiatrist and she would drive a pickup truck.

I can't participate here, since I don't have a pet. Socks - your Oski is so cute! What breed is he/she?

West Highland White Terrier, Stacey. Did you ever have a pet?

Our dog. Spot, who passed away a couple of years ago, would either have been a professional athlete ...

I have five cats, but I'll pick Scruffy, who showed up here as a sickly stray but blossomed. She would win awards as a salesperson, and drive something comfy--maybe an S-class Mercedes.

Let's see

Moe- Princess for sure. She likes the finer things in life and I suspect if she had a car it would be a Rolls Royce with a driver

Annabelle- Mother with a Mini Van. Very protective of the other cats even though she is same age, she scolds them and pops them when she thinks they aren't behaving, she calls out to them when she can't find them and the funny thing is she treats me the same way like she is my mother, if I am gone to long I get a talkin too.

Bandit- California Surfer Dude with a old VW van. That cat is so mellow and laid back it is funny, yet he is not the brightest bulb in the package.

My Ziggy, half Boston Terrier would be a ball boy for a baseball team. Wally, the dachshund would be a taste tester at a food company. My Phoebe would be a model...sleek and thin. My two fatties , Henry and Annie, would pose for before pictures for Weight Watchers.

My little toy fox terrier MiaMilan would be a fantastic surgeon she loves to doctor any wound, cut, sore, or abrasion. She is obsessive about it. She would be able to sniff out diseases. Her hobby would be using her large sensitive ears for search and rescue missions. She is very small so her car would have to be pink, her favorite color, and small, and very classy maybe a Ferrari. She likes to go fast.

I guess she would have to be my personal bodyguard and drive us around in an limo with a bullet proof hull and glass. HA! She's not protective or anything...nah...

My 90 lb doberman, Buckwheat, would be a race car driver. He was FAST.

Oh this is easy lol. Schultz would be a Secret Service Agent. He guards me from everyone..includes family. In this picture he is guarding his toys. He wouldn't drive anything. Instead he would be stretched out taking a few minutes to relax in his stretched limo while his driver (me) took him everywhere. LOL

My little boy Yoda

would be a mall cop because, much like mall cops, he is full of attitude and he thinks he has real authority to shout at anyone doing anything he perceives is wrong. That or an old retired man sitting in his rocking chair on the porch shouting "get off my lawn!!!" to passersby!

Probably drive an old boat like a 70s Cadillac.

What FUN..... Thanks everyone. My old Beardie (now deceased) would have been the neighborhood clown while rounding up all things that belong together. His happy self would just delight in being "in the show" every day. I can see him (40 pounds of dog and 30 pounds of hair, tail like a flag) in a little pedal car, chasing all the kids.

Janey -- Is Biscuit part Westie? One of our four Westies had terrible skin troubles until I started cooking for him -- beef, rice and a little cottage cheese. (It was either the change in diet or...he finally grew out of his troubles.)

Socks -- Thanks for the good thread -- and photo of Oski all cleaned up and trimmed. (Did you find your diamond or order a new one? I've never had my ring checked. Prongs never changed. Is your setting platinum or gold?)

Sorry for the interruption...please continue with posting pets, occupations and cars!

Izzi, my little red pom, would be a chicken herder and ride around on a golf cart.

Sue

Paco, who adopted us around seven years ago is an unapologetic show-off. He spent most of his school years in the principal's office for pulling wedgies on his classmates, putting mice in the teacher's desk, and being a little jokester.

He refined his shtick over the years and is now a popular stand-up comedian, traveling to the hottest clubs in the country on his Harley.

I've enjoyed all the replies, so fun and funny, but reflective of our pets' personalities and the love and acceptance we have for them.

[Chisue--You know how ratty and dirty a Westie can get, but I cannot deprive him of his fun-time running around at the park. No, I did not find the diamond. Have not ordered anything new yet and I'm wearing an old ring DH bought me in Hawaii years ago. Plumeria-style, you've probably seen it. Setting is white gold.]

My Dachshund, Elvira, would be a mattress tester because, at 14, all she likes to do is sleep. She would drive the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile.

One of my very lazy cats sleeps like Elvira, right smack in the middle of the kitchen floor.

Socks, your Oski is one cute dog! We had dogs when I was a child, and more recently we had cats Ellie and Hershel, no longer living. Ellie would have been a cat burglar ;-0 because she could sneak out the door in a flash. Hershel, with his grumpy disposition, would have been a guard cat.

Forgot to mention, the last three in my post are cats. Both dogs weigh 23 pounds and one cat, Henry, probably almost as much.

Chisue, we have no idea what Biscuit is mixed with. Our vet says "some kind of terrier mix." And we are just thrilled that she has hair now!

My Emma would be a princess of the manor, waited on hand and paw. Drive herself? Never. She would have a Rolls Royce Silver Shadow, complete with a chauffeur.

My grand dog , Hannah, would be a furniture tester. She has three beds, two couches , a doggie bed and an arm chair to close from but always seems to be on my end of the couch when I want to sit down. She would drive any standard car or SUV. Maybe a Hyundai Tucson like mine.

My orange tabby Peter would be a sheriff and would drive a sensible 4-door sedan.

I own a Big black rough coat Chow. He would be a security guard and drive a Hummer for sure.

Mine would wrinkle their noses at the concept of paid work, and demand a limo and driver.

Homer would work in a meaningless civil service job where he could be in a cubicle all day doing nothing. He would drive a pickup truck.

Caesar the peke wouldn't change a thing...having a butler, maid and chaffeur. He believes pekingese are royal dogs, like the old days in China.

Pooh Bear......I loved your response! :D

My little Pomeranian would be a drill sergeant in military boot camp. He does not like disorder and gets on to people if they get out of line. He would drive an open air military vehicle so the wind could blow through his hair and he could look out as he drives down the road.

My cat, Rory, despite only having three legs, would keep up in pursuit of an active profession where he'd not be totally desk bound. He'd drive an SUV, just to show he could do it.

CeeCee would be a prima dona with anger management issues, occasionally taking on work as a private detective. She drive... she'd drive everyone batty.

Orion would be in and out of therapy for his long list of phobias. He'd make a perfect male model as he's totally handsome, if he'd only learn to keep his phobias in check. He wouldn't drive - yet another phobia.

(I'll do the other two cats tomorrow.)

Obi Wan would be a fearless top executive of an innovative biotech. He would drive a sporty, yet unpretentious, car.

Serenity would hold a mid-entry position where she could be comfortable without any stress. She would diffuse any bad situations by just ignoring them. Her car of choice would be a comfortable sedan.

My yorkie Scout would be a policeman. He is a fantastic watchdog. Barks when hears noises. He would drive a flashy policecar!!!