The Thomas Indoor Petting Zoo

The only thing that keeps me from being a crazy cat (bunny) lady is that I'm married. I mean, thank goodness I got married, it's my saving grace because the human to animal ratio in our apartment is just... there are no words.

First there was Simon, my "oh my gosh I'm a senior in college I'm about to be a real adult I need to do something crazy" purchase. (Yes, that "crazy" purchase was a bunny) When I bought Simon I was told I was getting a boy bunny, hence "Simon". Six months later my best friend Kristin's Uncle would "sex" my rabbit, declaring it was in fact a girl. She's still named Simon - I like to pretend it's a chichi boy's name for a girl kind of thing, but really who renames a bunny?

Simon

Then Bammers came along. Bammers has been passed between family friends since his birth, and when my husband and I met Bammers we fell in love and said we'd take him. He's an old man and easily my husband's favorite.

I mean come on, look at that old man Bammers

Finally, came the cats. Plural. Can't just get one cat, they'd be lonely, so I told my husband we needed two. Enter Alice and August. August, bless his heart has problems with his weeny (I mean really it's his urinary tract, but weeny makes it sound more pathetic). This weeny problem means we spend $60/bag on his food. Since you can't control who eats what when it comes to cat bowls, BOTH get this fantastically expensive food. 

Look at that sweet, expensive pair

I suppose my point in all this is that while they cost us a bundle and take up a full room in our house (I wish I was lying, I am not. At all.) I love these animals, the whole farm of them. And when I'm feeling down or sad I've got a 1 in 4 shot that one of them will make me smile. Not bad odds.