Frank is so funny. We were at Valley Fair Mall a couple of weeks ago — I can’t remember what errand we had to run there. Anyway, there’s this giant plastic kitty somewhere in the mall and we walked by it twice. Frank loves cats now and he cooed over it as we went by. On our way back, there was this tiny little chic with huge ass boobs walking by the kitty. I was watching her boobs, and after we passed the kitty, Frank says, whew…I didn’t know where to look — the kitty or the girl!. Well, I was looking at the girl. Yeah, but the girl you can see anywhere…but the kitty…!
He is a far better pet parent than I am. He dotes over the cats. He dotes over Einstein (who’s proving to not be able to live up to his name — he walked into a cactus the other day!) He spends all day with them. It’s so cute. He wouldn’t have let that turtle die, no matter how I kid — while I was haplessly throwing stuff into the turtle cage, he did the research to find out the tank was the perfect size for her (I thought it was too small). I hopped on his computer days later and he had turtle websites up on his desktop :)
We’re down to 8 pets: 2 dogs, 4 cats, 2 rats. I contacted a local, nonprofit reptile and amphibian organization (baars) and discovered it was ok to release the animals I’d found: the two Pacific Tree Frogs, and the Coastal Rubber Snake (the snake the cats were playing with). We wanted to keep the frogs as pets, but they weren’t eating and I didn’t want to watch them die. The turtle moved on to a another new home.