I got a new friend yesterday that's been hanging out at my place. Well,
more specifically, on my shoulder or in the hood of my hoodie or its
pockets. He's a rat and his name is Kira. He's super cute and
cuddle-friendly and really curious about his surroundings. He's been pitter-pattering along on
my desk, scenting everything, and I've discovered that he's got a spot
behind my computer screen where he likes to snooze. I kinda don't want
to return him to my friend, but I know I'll have to, seeing as I'm going
to my Dad's place anyway and can't bring him with me.
I think being close to animals is good for me, I feel happy and filled
with positive energy. It's too bad my Mom won't let me have any pets. I
believe it'd be good for me, to have something to come home to,
something to love and take care of. And I wouldn't feel alone.
When I get my own place I hope to get a pet as quickly as I possibly
can. I've got a few ones that I'd like to have, but I suppose it'd be
better if I started with something small in the beginning. Like two
ferrets. I've wanted to have a pair for a good couple of years now,
actually. But if I could pick whatever I wanted, I'd really like to have
a dog or two. Preferably a Pomeranian, Chow Chow or a Schipperke. Ugh,
now I really can't wait to move out!
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