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Zookeeper Tales: Star crossed lovers
My beloved chinchilla, Bella, proved to be a very fertile rodent. I’m not proud to admit that she had 4 to 5 litters of babies, back to back, before I finally – reluctantly – separated her from Gomez, the male chin who loved her long time. Over and over.
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irisl adopted one of Bella’s first offspring, named him Scooter, and thought the little fella was a girl. In vain, I tried to change her opinion.
Eventually, Scooter did just fine convincing her of his true gender all by himself.
*ring*
“Hello?”
“Ok. Scooter’s a boy. And I need to get him fixed.”
“Why’s that?”
“He keeps trying to f*** my cat.”
Yes indeedy, Scooter was a Philly boy, afeared of nothing and in mad passionate love with a tiny fluffy Siamese kitty named Rhiannon.
Rhiannon had been raised around chinchillas, to the point where I’m not entirely sure she understood she was not, in fact, a rodent from South America. As a kitten, she would sit in Tash’s dust bath looking vaguely confused.
“Do I roll in this, or do I pee?”
“AAAAAAAAAUGH NEITHER JUST GET OUT OF THERE!”
Now an adult, Rhiannon had gotten past her childhood identity issues, only to exchange them for a set of sexuality issues. I’m not sure there’s enough therapy in the world for having a relatively small prey animal attempt to make a predator his bi – er, his girlfriend.
But man, I wish I had that, too, on video.
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irisl adopted one of Bella’s first offspring, named him Scooter, and thought the little fella was a girl. In vain, I tried to change her opinion.Eventually, Scooter did just fine convincing her of his true gender all by himself.
*ring*
“Hello?”
“Ok. Scooter’s a boy. And I need to get him fixed.”
“Why’s that?”
“He keeps trying to f*** my cat.”
Yes indeedy, Scooter was a Philly boy, afeared of nothing and in mad passionate love with a tiny fluffy Siamese kitty named Rhiannon.
Rhiannon had been raised around chinchillas, to the point where I’m not entirely sure she understood she was not, in fact, a rodent from South America. As a kitten, she would sit in Tash’s dust bath looking vaguely confused.
“Do I roll in this, or do I pee?”
“AAAAAAAAAUGH NEITHER JUST GET OUT OF THERE!”
Now an adult, Rhiannon had gotten past her childhood identity issues, only to exchange them for a set of sexuality issues. I’m not sure there’s enough therapy in the world for having a relatively small prey animal attempt to make a predator his bi – er, his girlfriend.
But man, I wish I had that, too, on video.
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