I found Aran out in a snowy meadow where her mother had dropped her and wandered away. I picked that floppy baby up, brought her inside and gave her the Castle Warming Protocol, which is dry ’em off, swaddle ’em up, siddown, put ’em on your chest, add a heating pad on low, and a towel or blanket on top. Ain’t lost a near-frozen baby yet.
Aran has no special feelings for me or SWWBO. True to her line out of Serafina, she’s an obstreperous beeyotch. She *is* a darn fine-looking Navajo Angora, though. And there’s two goats in that picture. Aran is just making sure no one posts pictures of her baby for the pervs on the interwebz.