Carol came back with the top of a card board box and put it on the kitchen counter. “What’s that?” I asked.
“We’ve been talking about pets. I am allergic to cats and you don’t want a dog, so I got these.”
“I don’t get it. All I see is a layer of newspaper and some brown stuff sticking out on the side.”
“Lift the newspaper and move the stuff under it around a bit”
“This just is a bunch of shredded leaves. Smells musty. Where are the pets?”
“Oh no – these are red worms. What are we going to do with them?”
“We’ll feed them our kitchen scraps and they are going to change them into compost. It’s called vermiculture”
“I can’t believe it. You and your crazy ideas.”
we used to have 2 cats. Skeezix and Ellie [url]http://ericvance.com/kitties.html[/url] and we just aren’t over losing them to old age. Our son wants new kitties so bad – of course he has no idea how much work and responsibility there is with a pet – or sometimes he wants a dog. We’re just having a difficult time with the decision to adopt a pet again. Seems like a piece of my heart has gone away with each of them.
Anybody who’s an animal person is in my book. I could never be a friend if I found out someone was cruel to animals. I grew up with pets! We had chickens, guinea pigs, cats, dogs, parakeets (eaten by cat 🙁 and my sister had a horse. My own pets were the loves of my life, my dogs, CODY and Stanley (codystanley-me). Cody was big and strong, an unknown breed??? She was short haired, soft coated, black and white, BLUE EYES and a tail like a deer. Stanley was a yorki-poo, honey colored, silky coat and looked like a teddy bear. They are both gone.