The Animals in Our Life

Theresa and I aren't allowed to have pets in our apartment (although I don't think the lease specifically forbids our adopting the 4' bull snake that lives in the neighborhood) so when we want some interaction, we have to find it elsewhere. Last week we visited the Garden City PetCo since they let you play with their cats and met these little guys (and gals):
It was very hard not to leave with an "illegal" cat, fortunately PetCo doesn't handle the adoptions so you can't fill something out onsite and leave with a "free" pet that day.

Theresa with Olive (L) and PEACH (R)
(we first assumed PEACH was a girl and on finding out otherwise had to make the name more masculine, hence PEACH)

Me with Olive--she was a tortoiseshell and extremely small

Gandalf the Girl (R) going wild, her normal state

Aerosmith, who loved the tinfoil toys so much he'd growl when the others got close

Theresa's parents visited and we had a close encounter with more exotic animals at the Garden City Zoo. There was a giraffe feeding we took part in, and the bull giraffe was very anxious to get his tongue on the romaine leaves. We saw their new calf for the second time in a few weeks, the cute and still awkward Kijiji (that's Swahili for "village").

Work is going well: I'm nearly halfway reassembling the old Liberal Army Airfield displays, Theresa is preparing for the first meeting of her Women in Aviation exhibit working group, and we survived moving our military loaners without any real incident before the Liberal Air Fair.

Before:

Currently: