our zoo is mean

now that we have three animals in 900 square feet, and one of them is a huge 90 lb golden, we realize we really have our own zoo. each morning at 6:30 a.m. regardless of when we've gone to bed, our "zoo" arises and sings the pet equivalent of "good morning, good morning, good morning, its time to rise and shine!" cleo mews incessantly outside our door. simon wiggles and wags around the room, sniffing for socks or other small items of clothing (that will remain unnamed) to carry around in his mouth. before long, even tried and true Ru joins in and guess what? we're all up.

our zoo is mean . . .