Graduate of December 2009 petting zoo. Adopted in early 2010.

I was living on my own by the time I was your age, missy- or mister- or whatever you are. My eyes aren’t what they used to be. My teeth aren’t so good either. I put my dentures down a few months ago, and I haven’t seen them since. I don’t care. I didn’t need them anyway. My gums are tough as nails. My parents used to feed me rocks. For my birthday.