re: #496 SanFranciscoZionist

The lady who cuts my hair has chickens, for eggs. You’re supposed to kill them when they stop laying, but she can’t, so they become lifetime pets.

I know myself well enough. Pets. They would be pets.

I cut up an apple every night for the local population of cottontail rabbits. They’re pretty adorable, but I tell myself I’m just getting them used to the routine in case the end of the world hits and I need a supply of fresh meat.