Wasn’t all that long ago that the Menagerie Brewery closed its doors and became a daycare facility.   Stupid Diego got himself disappeared. Then Slim finally died (yeah!).   then Mancoon pissed himself into adoption, then Jo screamed herself into adoption.

Both of these latter events seem to have set a valid precedent for selling Alana to an Arab Shiek when she gets on my nerves – i hear they pay extra for blue-eyed infants. Sometimes I can’t even sleep in my bed cause G hogs it or pees it.   Litter box filth is far easier to clean than bits of food everywhere.   Hair and feathers vacuum up much easier than giving someone a daily bath. Having a pet is like getting ready to be a parent, except with a pet you can still be you.

I’ve been thinking about getting a kitten, but the odds are so against one surviving our house, it needs to be one only that we pull from the jaws of death.   I want to start over when they are quiet and cute and sleep a lot, and are ultimately sheddable.