I'm all goofy over my new pet. You should see his cuteness. I'm at work, and I can't stop thinking about him. This phase will pass, but at the moment I can't wait to get home to play with him. He likes to slide down things. We kept putting him up on higher surfaces, and he'd slide down, his little feet skidding behind him for traction. He also seems to like his hamster ball, which he zooms around in.

The sugar gliders, however, are less than pleased. They'd like to kill him. Rosemary won't come out of her pouch. She's pouting and nibbling reluctanly on yogurt drops. I tried to assure her that we still loved her, but she doesn't speak English. Shame.

I truly feel that animals conquer mental health problems like no drug can. Although, I say that with plenty o' Effexor, Seroquel, Ativan and Lamictal in my system, so who knows.

[This image is from Cute Overload. It looks just like Tinsel.]