Predator

Bree, I love you, but if you eat my baby chicks, we will have words.

Just in case, she has been banished to the basement unless I’m here to supervise. I have also added an ugle row of industrial staples to my gluing job on the screen.  I’m hoping to carefully introduce all pets so that no one sees the other as food (at least once they are grown…now I imagine they do look awfully yummy to a cat). We’ll see how that goes. Bennie is a little afraid of them, I think.

Not Bree though. She just sees dinner.

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