NO, No, no.....aw screw it.

Well the little girl across the street and her parents, while suffering some horrible life event or another of there own making I'm sure, have found themselves temorarily displaced of housing. This is an unfortunate event in and of itself, compounded by the fact that the brand spanking new little chocolate colored chi-jua-jua they just purchased, would have been also displaced.
BUT NO!
They marched across the street to Tami the saver of animals and handed it over to her care until such a time as they have settled into fitting accomodations for such as this little quarter pound rat.
Did I have a say in this you ask.
Hell no.
Is there no recourse I may take to level the playing field?
Hell no.
So now I have four children, one kitten, and one nippy rat-like animal that needs as much attention and coddling as an infant.

I was certain Sammy the tiger kitten would use his kat-fu and dispatch the yipping vermon before it ever got a chance to settle in, but no.
Sammy beat it mercilessly for the first many hours of it's stay in our house and now apparently he shares his food with "el-ratta", eating from the same dish at the same time even.

Whippee.

So now I have to post pictures of Sammy kat-fu master kitten with stripes, and Tinkerbell the mexican rat, as well as what is becoming the "Byrd-Randall sanctuary for displaced critters", that used to be known simply as my new house.

This will not be a continuing problem I assure you.

Because the "Byrd-Randall sanctuary for displaced critters " will very quickly become the "Guess that meat" barbeque pit.

You have my word on it.