I grew up on a farm surrounded by lots of weird critters.
The farm had chickens, cows, sheep, and turtles in the pond.
I had a couple of cats, but they lived outside. My dad built a cabin from old plywood and multiple-by-fours. Even when it was severely cold and icy outside, the cats still slept outdoors in the wooden house. I remember complaining that it was too cold, but my parents assured myself and others that the cats had fur for the Wintertide season… After my fiance and I got married, we moved to a farm of our own. The two of us hastily had four children in five years, due to a entirely surprising set of twins. I only have one girl and she is the youngest child. The ladies guess that I spoil my son, although I hardly guess that could be true. Last weekend we had a entirely cold night and the temperature was only more than six degrees. My kid begged myself and others to let the pet sleep in her room because it was so cold outside. The pet hasn’t left the dining room in a week. My kid takes the pet for walks and outside to use the powder room, but the furry creature is perfectly cheerful to rest on the rug in front of the space heating system in my son’s dining room. The pet curls up next to the space heating system and sleeps for ninths. At night, she sleeps next to our son, but while we were in the day, the pet is regularly in front of the heater. My fiance and I were planning to make the pet go back outside after the cold snap was over, but it’s strenuous to say no to Kyle.
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