Every spring, I have some reason to go to the ranch store. Since I rarely need to go to such a place the universe is obviously trying to tell me something. Like… Kitten Thunder needs a pet.
I’m pretty sure we all need a baby bird.
The Boy says he’s pretty sure we do not. He pointed out that farm birds are expressly against the law. I pointed out that we would treat ours like a cat so that law probably doesn’t apply.
So no bird. What about a hamster?
This little guy is going to be auctioned off at the Fur Ball. It says a lot for a dog that I could hold him for half an hour without looking to hand him off. He didn’t even try to kiss my face.
Which is good because I was subjected to a thorough cat scan when I got home.