Animal friends in Gramma's house include a lot of chicken who're happily munching on leftover veggies from our steamboat session. There used to be ducks, geese and turkeys sharing the quarters too. And have I mentioned rabbits, guinae pigs and hamsters? Yea, Gramma and I used to walk to deserted fields to pluck wild plants for them to eat. It's their favourite, Gramma said. So I kept quiet about the leeches between my toes.
 | This is the chief house pet with no name. She responds to anything when she's hungry and nothing when she's feeling sulky. Very tame. Always begging for food. |
 | This tabby doesn't reside at Gramma's. She visits when she sees fit. Caused chaos when she decided to frolick around at 3a.m. when we're staying up to guard Gramma's coffin. Three voices gasped in unison when she ran under the coffin. Good thing she's not black or all the sci-fi stories we read would have us fleeing from an imaginary zombie. |
 | Another semi-permanent visitor. I was happily scratching her neck when my cousin exclaimed in surprise that she didn't bite me. Must be the maternal magic touch I got. |
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