Hmm...

Think I might liquidate my stock holdings and buy gold.

See? An armchair economist asshole like me can see stuff like this and three seconds later see that this is a sensible course of action.

I'm sure ikilled007 is smirking.

There is....

.... a kangaroo in my bedroom.





That is Roofus McRoo, a joey from the Lowry Park Zoo. K is taking care of him this evening.

Our cats have -no- idea what to do with a thirty-pound rabbit-like thing that spends most of its time in a tote bag and, on his hind legs, stands about two feet tall.

He was rejected by his dam when he was v. young and got a little chewed up (back half of his tail, couple fingers on his right paw) when he was very young (~2 months). He's being hand-raised, and is almost 9 months old.

He nibbles on kale, carrots, apples, celery, and herbi-pellets. He also has a bottle of milk/formula.

He can also get up a pretty good, if ungainly, head of steam on carpet or grass, as we discovered when we took him out to do his business.