Well, me and my pet fo- no, i'm sorry that's politically incorrect. Me and my brother fox were talking about arf yiffity squeak meow, while sister cat kept trying to attack my yarn. Her and yarn just don't seem to like each other, I'm thinking I'll have to pull her aside for an intervention sometime. And poor father hamster...he's pretty much lost it. Gets his food and drink through a damned tube, for yiff's sake.