I complain a little bit about the amount of critters we have. Well, not the dogs, just the rest of them.
Last week, Lindsay’s leopard gecko went to the gecko farm in the sky. RIP our little anorexic friend.
Ironically, on that same day, I was walking in the back yard and I saw a beautiful baby blue parakeet sitting on the fence. Our eyes met and he said to me: Mama!!!!!
I walked towards my new baby and Ozzie realized that HE was not
up my butt close enough to me. And as Ozzie closed in on me, he scared my new pet away.
Really, he saved me from a loud chirping, seed dropping
cat target pet.
Is there a sign over my head stating: Will take any critter???
Today’s critter count:
3 deranged orange tabbies (I am sure they will live to be 100)
1 large and thriving leopard gecko. (6 yrs old)
1 very quiet corn snake; “Freddie the Freeloader.”
14 roaming and unnamed dust bunnies.
I have visions of the girls done with college, married with kids and I will still be buying crickets, mice and cat litter.
Mothers with small children should be warned about the longevity of some critters.
Why couldn’t my children simply ask for a goldfish?