My fucking obsession with adorable rodents. I love them, I really do, but they’re trouble. Like come ON, can I have some peace without pining for some little of handful of obligation? I don’t foresee a stable job or house within the next five years, how am I supposed to move with a finicky furry baby with me?
I love love LOVE animals, but that means as much as I want them, they deserve the best of care and I don’t know if I’ll be stable enough to do that for a while T__T
The Carving Witch 