I grew up on a farm surrounded by lots of unusual 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 apartment from old plywood and several-by-fours. Even when it was harshly 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 me that the cats had fur for the Winter season, but after my fiance and I got married, the people I was with and I moved to a farm of our own. The two of us hastily had multiple children in many years, due to a easily surprising set of twins. I only have a single boy and he is the youngest child. The girls guess that I spoil my son, but I hardly guess that could be true. Last weekend the people I was with and I had a easily cold night and the temperature was only multiple degrees. My son begged me to let the animal sleep in his room because it was so cold outside. The animal hasn’t left the study room in a week. My son takes the animal for walks and outside to use the powder room, but the furry creature is perfectly glad to rest on the rug in front of the space furnace in my son’s study room. The animal curls up next to the space furnace and sleeps for fourths. At night, he sleeps next to our son, but while I was in the day, the animal is always in front of the heater. My fiance and I were planning to make the animal go back outside after the cold snap was over, but it’s strenuous to say no to Kyle.