My sister Caz and I are responsible for the deaths of a variety of rodents, a family of love-birds and possibly a couple of fish. We did not kill the poor creatures intentionally, but rather by means of what is legally known as neglect starvation. So it was kind of involuntary mouseslaughter rather that outright murder. While we still feel daily the guilt of this pointless loss of pet-life, there is one redeeming factor to our actions that I would like to point out. When we would eventually realise what that nagging voice was in the back of our 8-year-old minds; the voice trying urgently to remind us of a certain forgotten responsibility, we would rush outside to the huge pet cage at the back of our garden (I think it's called an averie) and perform what I would now like to term as a rescue-feed. A rescue feed was an attempt to rescue said pets with a sudden and unexpected (although I would guess much hoped for) feeding. Of course, no matter how much lettuce you throw at a bunny skeleton, it will forever remain an ex-bunny. My hope for my blog however is that, with this rescue-feed- a quick little story and a photo or two, I will be able to prevent it from moving into the other-worldly realm of unfinished-due-to-dwindling-interest-Rory-projects. So there you go.
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