I have a pet balloon running freely through the house!
It was a birthday gift that I kept tethered to a drawer in my hallway secretary until yesterday when it seemed time to set it free.
At the time I really didn't think too much about it, mostly really believing that it might make its way to the trash this week since it is a bit deflated, but not any more!
As it bobs around room to room, peeking at windows and doors when the heat comes on, or I walk by, it has taken on a life of its own. More like an airborne poodle or flying cat than a balloon now.
I felt a fleeting affection for it today as it seemed to bob a bit lower while I was reading near it. That was when I realized that it had, perhaps, earned a name.
It is the perfect pet, requiring neither food nor water and because of that no litter box, or walking on cold snowy days. It simply hangs around, smiling down on me, and occasionally dancing in the air while its long curly tail swings joyfully.
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