Fenton and I went home for the weekend, much to Tree's pleasure. She gets lonely, especially with all the deciduous trees going dormant around her.
After Fenton had a home flea dip, Tree actually brought up the subject of future children that Fenton and I might produce. We've given it considerable thought as well, but even with my genetic expertise I have no idea what our combined DNA might produce. Everyone seems to think we'd create flying hedgehogs, but in truth that's just a guess. My children might just be bats who roll into balls instead of fly.
The union of George and Danielle, a fennec and a rabbit, produced Francis, a mammal with no known species classification. Dad and Kell created Coney, a bunny with a wolf's digestive tract. The marriages in the Interspecies Support Group have produced other unique combinations, but there's no real trend emerging. The sample is too small.
Well, I'll let other couples be on the cutting edge. Fenton and I are going to hold off on parenthood for a very long while.
