Small furry mammals

I had Ricky and the ferrety guys outside in the nice weather last night. The previous night was windy and rainy and I could tell they missed their little outing for fresh air. I was going out the door to water the gardens later in the evening, when I noticed several rabbits dashing away from Ricky’s cage! Ricky wasn’t hiding in his dust bin or in the nice cool flowerpot that he likes, he had been out visiting with the rabbits! That was all very charming and cute (and I wish I’d snapped a photo of it) but now I’m worried about him. My Dad always told us to be sure to wear gloves when cleaning a rabbit. While I don’t plan to kill and eat any of the rabbits soon, I remember the gross, disgusting and vile parasites that a poor wild rabbit could harbor. What if Ricky has picked up some horrible disease from them? Maybe I shouldn’t bring him outside anymore, but he loves it so, and he is in the cage, not loose. Who would think the wild rabbits would come right up to his cage. But Ricky does look something like a weird, white rabbit and has some of their mannerisms, too. He was all happy and lively when I brought him back into the house. He loves to eat fresh clover stems and flowers, which I try to pick for him every day in the spring and summer.

Sometimes I think we have too many pets in our little house. But it could be a lot worse. There was a news article in the online newspaper yesterday about a woman with 100 cats, aptly titled “House overflows with cats”

Here are some excerpts from the news article with identifying features removed:

“A house is condemned as officers begin removing cats. Police and animal control officers will be back at the house today in an attempt to remove the rest of the estimated 100-plus cats that lived in the house. It's believed to be the largest cat rescue in city history. Rescuers took action after police received a complaint from the Department of Human Services, a police officer said. The ammonia-strength odor of cat urine and feces could be smelled two houses away Wednesday evening. Seven full trash bags and four pair of disposable rubber gloves lay in the backyard. A sign posted on the front and back doors of the house Wednesday read: ‘Condemned for human habitation. Description of violation: Very unsanitary conditions. Must be vacated immediately.'’”

They are trying to find homes for the 100 cats, which are actually very healthy and well fed. Why do some people “collect” so many pets? And why is it always a woman with dozens of cats?

Bad Analogies
...from a high school essay

1) He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.

2) The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

3) Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like "Second Tall Man."

5) Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. travelling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

6) John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

7) The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.

8) The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.

Do you have any bad analogies to share