Quite literally, it has always seemed to rain animals at our house. Little ones, mostly. Of all types. Squirrels, various birds, snakes, lizards, rabbits. And the occasional cat or dog. Not that they fall out of the sky. But they might as well. They fall into our laps.
Usually it's been one of the kids finding some critter that fell out of a nest. Or that they somehow came home from school with. Like the crawfish. And the bullfrog. And, of course, Treasure the Chicken. Who lasted a few days until she hopped the fence, and was summarily adopted by a nice Mexican family down the street. Thank God. Jake the Snake, of course, slithered into the neighbor's wood pile, never to return to our house. Pancho the Conure flew into the trees to join the other wild parrots who live in the area. And so on.
The children are grown now, and the onslaught of critters has slowed. Somewhat. This year has brought a baby mockingbird, who only lasted a couple of days, as baby birds (except the big species) are prone to do. Also, it has brought us Jada the Puppy, who was abandoned in a nearby alley. The neighbors, knowing us, brought her by. The vet says she's probably about twenty different breeds. A full on mutt. Which is a good thing. Except when she's chewing on your shoe, or chasing a cat, or like today, got ahold of an ink cartridge for the printer and gnawed on it on the living room rug.
The other one who fell into our laps is a tiny kitten, who our oldest son found abandoned at his new house. She/he is maybe two weeks old... eensy weensy, her eyes just opened, her ears just opened, and she's just learning how to poop without being stimulated.
The good news is our youngest son, who brought so many critters home when he was little and basically handed them to me, is raising the kitten. And doing a wonderful job. He feeds her from a bottle, keeps her warm, tucks her into her little kitten bed, and so on. She's already getting bigger and healthier. And more vocal.
So those are the new additions to the menagerie, which also includes Jack the Cowdog (who is a very spry 11 years old), Todd the Cat (who is old as Methuselah but still dragging himself around), and Jill the Cat, who is 8 or so and pretty much runs the show.
And we thought things were going to change as we got older. Well... not so much.