Drago and Francis

We have officially reached agreement over our imaginary pet situation.

1. We are getting 2 french bulldogs.
2. One boy, one girl.
3. The boy will be named Dragomir or Drago, for short.
4. The girl will be named Francis.

All we need to do now is make a million dollars to buy a house because that would make us feel like we are good dog-parents.

P.S. Whoever is thinking about taking this as a premonition that we are thinking about having children. DON'T go there.

Our pets

Kyle and I live in a teeny-tiny place. We hardly have enough room for our stuff what with my extensive shoe collection and Kyle’s ever expanding biblioteque. So, even though we would really really really like to have a pet, we cannot do that yet. So we just talk about it as if it is an actual possibility.

We talk about the pets we would love to get and how we would name them and what their personalities would be. For example, I’ve got my heart set on a little French bulldog named Alice that Kyle found for me on flickr. I LOVE Alice. I think she is a little bit precious and craves attention but I also think she would make a great pet, because she is a little bit lazy (like me) and would prefer staying inside to taking long walks outside. Kyle, on the other hand, wants to get 8 dachshunds. He would name all 8 of them Captain and would have them march in formation. They would all take turns leading the formation and whoever is at the very front would wear a little captain cap.

Last night Kyle said that if we ever got a mule, he would name him Bertholomule.
If we got a donkey, we decided, we would name him Donkey Hottie.

Got any imaginary pet stories?

Love is... a kitten

Last week we moved to a new apartment. We love it for a variety of reasons but mostly because together with the apartment we inherited a brand new pack of kittens: fur, and silliness, and fake bravado and all.


See, we placed this cabinet drawer out on our balcony to air it out. Of course, we forgot it out overnight. And when we got up in the morning, we found a cat with her four baby-kittens sleeping in it.

They are shy and jumpy but they surely love that we feed them cheese. And every morning we wake up to find them sleeping just outside of our bedroom in their little drawer. We are not cat people, but we are completely in love with them.

Isn't this what love is, anyway? You find yourself completely incapable of recalling all that stuff you thought you knew when presented with a different option in the presence of your loved one...

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Photo by Prof. Grady. He found them first!