I love animals...from afar. I don't kill, eat or wear them, but I'm also a city-girl, so the only ones that I feel entirely comfortable with are thoroughly domesticated, like dogs. Even benign animals, like cows and lambs, kind of scare me unless they're behind a fence or a suitable distance away. James fucking Herriot, I am not.
But when I saw a little bird today with the hair on its little head slicked up, like a mini-mohawk, I melted. If I weren't afraid of animals, I would have picked it up and cuddled it and brought it back to my place to listen to the Sex Pistols and watch Rock and Roll High School.
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I'm still trying to work out the acronym, but thx boy!
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