The Andersons and their Crazy-Assed Pets

Most of you have met Eek at some point or another. Somewhere along the line, my cat lost all vestiges of sanity and convinced herself she was a human. She likes to stand on her hind legs when looking at something intently. She will only drink water out of a glass (or direct from the tap). I have also recently discovered that she loves strawberries. Not loves in the if-placed-down-on-the-ground-I-will-eat-them loves, but if-a-box-of-strawberries-is-opened-I-will-sell-my-soul-and-god-forbid-anyone-gets-in-my-way loves.



Apparently I have developed some very dubious pet-rearing techniques somewhere. More specifically, apparently I have developed some very dubious pet-rearing techniqes from my parents.

Case in point: their new pet. They are very excited. They have a baby goose. They have named him 'Curious George'.

Curious George was discovered by my Uncle on a gravel road by the farm. He picked him up, and unable to find the rest of the gaggle, took him home to rear to adulthood. Unfortunately, raising Curious George proved to be more difficult than one would expect, and one short week later, Curious George was shuttled off to my parents'. This was for 3 reasons:

1. They have nothing else to do. So Curious George gets all of their attention.
2. They have a river, and have in fact walked Curious George in the river (teaching hime to swim, with my parents following in rubber boots, see above)
3. They love animals (and have no problem letting a goose into the house).

It also gives Don a greater reason to sit down by the river:



Good Lord they need grandchildren.