So far I’ve successfully avoided all of the breedables. All of them. I have Dylan, my faithful, sterile bulldog, still holding down the front porch. Hanging out with a friend the other night I saw the Meeroos in person. They ask to be snuggled. I can’t resist anything that asks to be snuggled.
My plan was to get just one. But then I thought one would be lonely when I’m off um … baking. My nest had two boys. And, well, what if they weren’t into a bromance? So I got a girl for them. She is assertive and picked her favorite, leaving one lonely boy curled up alone to the side. You can see why I had to get one more girl. But it stops here.
Until breeding season.