So Jodi and I were visiting Deep Space Station K7 the other day, when this strange man by the name of Cyrano Jones approached us and offered to sell as a pet, a small, fuzzy creature he’d picked up recently. Came with a free bag of feed — some stuff called quadrotriticale or something. It’s a grain, I guess. Don’t know how it eats the stuff though, I can’t seem to find a mouth on the thing. Oh well. It’s insufferably cute.
It’s already annoying the cats. I wonder how long until they start to fight with one another…