kalikink

ok so tell me how much of an oximoron is this..... I have 2 snakes.... they are my babies.. my boys.. my men of the house. Bliksum is my little orphan child and Apollo is the king of the castle... (yes he would eat the coachwhip.. even though Bliksum is a mean muther.. Shut your mouth) SHAFT. Any how.. we got the boys... then there is the POSSIBLITY (not for sure) of anther resuce orphan baby that may need a home.. I have offered my home to a 11 foot "python" of unknown discription that was found in an attic. The story is.. no one knows how long he was there.. and lived on verman that happened upon him in the attic. He will come to my home on the basis that he comes with housing. NOW.. there is a new arrival.... here comes the oxymoron.... I have fallen madly in love with Sir Peanut Polar Bear.. Sir Peanut is a one week old baby rat that I was keeping around as a test feeder for the groutchy Bliksum. I have pics of Sir Peanut but I do not know how to put them as an Http. Sir P... is the size of my thumb and obviously is blind and motherless.. I now feed him peanut butter that i spread on his upper lip and milk dropped on my finger tip that he licks off. SO I may have 3 rather scitzo rescue snakes and the tiny wiggler of my heart.. Sit Peanut. if he lives thru till his eyes open, I will him as the house surviverif not. he's a feeder. I may be kind and understanding to the needs of animals in danger... But I just dont have any compasion