Dear Family (and blog friends who will enjoy these creatures vicariously, should they come to live in our home and/or small side yard),
We need a cat. Something soft and fluffy to love. I know we don't have the room, I know there's concern about where we'll place the litter box in our 800 square feet of downstairs living space (that includes the boys' room), but do common sense concerns like those really have any place in affairs of the heart? Can reason triumph over cuteness? And cuddling? And purring on laps? I think not. I think...not.
In defense of my argument, I offer the following:
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Or, I suppose we could get chickens instead:
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After viewing these videos, The Old Man said, and I quote "I don't know, I kind of like the evil one. That's a cute cat." *rubs hands together* *cackles* I'm getting closer. Soon, a cat will be mine!! Mine!!!
(And maybe some chickens, too. They're just so unexpectedly adorable! The little beaky punkins, I want to hold them in my hand and pet their fluffy backs.)
This post has been brought to you by Procrastination and iMovie and Cute Chickens and Cuter Cats and Freeplay music. Special Thanks to Rhianna for bringing my attention to the adorable Scottish Fold breed, and to that lady in my ballet class who extolled the virtues of Banty Hens.
Sincerely,
Stacey Jay