Monthly Archives: April 2015


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.