I want 3 chickens. That’s all that we’re allowed to have in Eastpointe. And I have to get permission from at least one next-door neighbor. Since one is dead, and the other two are young boys, I can walk over there in a skirt and heels with the letter I am pretty sure they’ll sign it. I know that sounds gross, but they’re boys in their 20s.
as for my family, I have:
A husband, whom I met here.
A son (Ian) who is almost 30
A daughter (Jupiter) aged 28
Two pit mixes (Silent Bob & Barb)
4 furry cats, including a Norwegian forest (Dita Von Teeth, Dust Bunny, Milo, Mae)
2 sphynx cats (Boaz & Skyndi Laupurr)
3 parrots: Suzy Hotrod (African Gray), Riley (Blue Crown Conure), Tiki (Sun Conure)
1 Indonesian Blue-Tongue Skink named Fluffy
we also feed the ferals in our neighborhood. So yeah, they’re family, but they just visit because they’re hungry. Like college kids.