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Yesterday, Conor and I got a record player, two rabbits and eight rats within the period of one hour between a nap and the time I needed to be at work. One of the rabbits was for Tahnee Bee. Our neighbor (the same neighbor who's bratty wife convinced him to write us a letter regarding our trash disposal techniques) also brought over a rat that he thought was ours. He found her in his laundry room. I'm not sure how he knew or had any inkling that we kept filthy vermin as companions in the first place, but that combined with misidentification landed us a newbie. The new rat (Libby) looks remarkably similar to the rex rat (Lux) that was left with us about a week earlier, who looks remarkably similar to my rat, Louie (the orrrrriginal gangsta). The three now share a cage. Libby is domesticated, brown hooded and was probably dumped by some asshole college twat who didn't think about where their rats would go when they left town like a poser. Anyone with half a mind to do it can transport small animals in any number of ways. Pants and stockings past security, for one. Post security placement in a bag or pack, for another.
Here's to my 20th something pet named Libby.
The eight rats from the humane society are mother and offspring. The mother is Bella Blue with no intended reference to some band in Lafayette, Indiana who formed about a week after I decided that it was my favorite name in the whole world as a relevant example of the cosmic social unconscious. The family is half buff and half chocolate; all self colored and gorgeous with dark ruby eyes. About half of the offspring are dumbo (low ears, on the side of the head). Three boys and four girls. If anyone wants some gorgeous babies, look the Cedar Haus zoo up. I'm looking for good homes.
Conor rejected the Bella Blue as a name for a potential child on the basis that it reflected too heavily on the porn industry. Belladonna being a really hot gap-tooth hardcore anal performer and Blue being slang for any pornographic film. I just thought it was pretty.
The rabbits are great, especially when they pee on people who aren't me. Tahnee's is Rilo, possibly some kind of lop, and mine is Kiley, a beveren or an american. Both are named because Tahnee is a huge dork with good taste. Rilo peed on James and Kiley peed on Donna, both incidences making me laugh a lot.
Conor really wanted to get two of the guinea pigs from Animal Services. Maybe. We'll see.
So the breakdown is one badass dog, three vaguely passive-aggressive and pretentious cats, six ducks, eleven rats, two rabbits, one ferret and thirteen fish (who apparently don't count). Ain't nothing.
We're also going to babysit a co-worker's wolf/husky puppy, Oynx, in a few days. Monroe plays incredibly well with him.
I tried to kidnap four loose muscovy ducks in Cooper's Glen on my way home. Muscovys are not wild species and aren't really capable of surviving all that well among the raccoons and cats in the Glen, but they can fly really fucking well. I need a really big pool cleaning net.
We need more ducks.
Animals are a strange and enlightening form of soul nourishment and birth control. I swear I'm going to give birth to puppies. Dachshunds and Great Danes.
I barely got to see Lacey when she was in town. I wish I hadn't been all asleep when she came by. We were supposed to rock it.
Daniel Duncan is acting a damned fool.
I had a really good lunch break and no lunch.
Here's to my 20th something pet named Libby.
The eight rats from the humane society are mother and offspring. The mother is Bella Blue with no intended reference to some band in Lafayette, Indiana who formed about a week after I decided that it was my favorite name in the whole world as a relevant example of the cosmic social unconscious. The family is half buff and half chocolate; all self colored and gorgeous with dark ruby eyes. About half of the offspring are dumbo (low ears, on the side of the head). Three boys and four girls. If anyone wants some gorgeous babies, look the Cedar Haus zoo up. I'm looking for good homes.
Conor rejected the Bella Blue as a name for a potential child on the basis that it reflected too heavily on the porn industry. Belladonna being a really hot gap-tooth hardcore anal performer and Blue being slang for any pornographic film. I just thought it was pretty.
The rabbits are great, especially when they pee on people who aren't me. Tahnee's is Rilo, possibly some kind of lop, and mine is Kiley, a beveren or an american. Both are named because Tahnee is a huge dork with good taste. Rilo peed on James and Kiley peed on Donna, both incidences making me laugh a lot.
Conor really wanted to get two of the guinea pigs from Animal Services. Maybe. We'll see.
So the breakdown is one badass dog, three vaguely passive-aggressive and pretentious cats, six ducks, eleven rats, two rabbits, one ferret and thirteen fish (who apparently don't count). Ain't nothing.
We're also going to babysit a co-worker's wolf/husky puppy, Oynx, in a few days. Monroe plays incredibly well with him.
I tried to kidnap four loose muscovy ducks in Cooper's Glen on my way home. Muscovys are not wild species and aren't really capable of surviving all that well among the raccoons and cats in the Glen, but they can fly really fucking well. I need a really big pool cleaning net.
We need more ducks.
Animals are a strange and enlightening form of soul nourishment and birth control. I swear I'm going to give birth to puppies. Dachshunds and Great Danes.
I barely got to see Lacey when she was in town. I wish I hadn't been all asleep when she came by. We were supposed to rock it.
Daniel Duncan is acting a damned fool.
I had a really good lunch break and no lunch.