Friday, March 7, 2008


We're a little willy-nilly about big family decisions here in the Jones household, and our history of acquiring animals is sort of fast and furious: woops! i guess we're having a baby!; oooh, a cat would be fun; awww, who can resist a Rottweiler puppy; hey, I know what's missing! let's have another baby.

There was never much forethought about litter boxes and claws and potty training or vet bills or tracking dog poop into a house with crawling babies or the wisdom of adopting a large clumsy puppy while our baby was learning to walk. (Details, details.)

For Amy's family, however, the road to animal husbandry has been long and winding and mostly desolate. Never lacking in forethought, she could never come to grips with all the poop, and all Scarlett's dreams about kitties and puppies would have to be saved for sleeping.

But alas! Even Amy has moments of weakness, and there is finally a fourth member of the Woolant clan...

we proudly welcome Feather. Scarlett came up with that herself.

A little black bunny, the perfect "gateway" pet for someone with reservations about pets.

So far Feather is androgynous, because it's hard to tell when they're babies, but Amy thinks it's a boy because of his repeated attempts to "mark his territory" in a particular corner of her house. (I tried not to laugh)

Besides that, Feather is happy to hop around in his little garden home and play peek-a-boo with Scarlett and eat leftover spinach. Skiki's bedtime routine now includes a lantern-lit trip out to Feather's cage to tuck him in. (sweetness abounds) And I haven't talked to her in the last three weeks without first hearing a story of how silly Feather was this morning when we went for our morning walk and he kept trying to dig holes and eat flowers and he kept jumping in and out of his little house and sticking his nose out at me, and you know what he does when I pet his head? He closes his eyes, that means he really likes me.

Ah, moments of weakness.

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