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These little furry babies make me miss our furry baby Henry. Named after King Henry the 8th, he was always killing his “playmates” 👀👁👁, be it lizard, mouse, rat, bird. Don’t why 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, other than he was a giant Manecoon. At his peak he was almost 30lbs. He was King of the house for sure. He ruled me, my husband, and our two doggies at the time, and my crazy brother in law’s kitty. The funny thing is he would kill his toy and kill a toy for me too and bring it to me as a “gift”.

He almost brought me a snake. I got to the snake before he did. Hey, it was trying to come in my slider – a 8inch snake. It had to meet it’s make at that time. Who knows I had such good killing skills with a broom 😂 👀 👁👁

We had the whole food chain at our house in Houston for some reason. Bees, wasps, mosquitoes, spiders, frogs, lizards, cranes, ducks, snakes, endless birds, deer, turtles, woodpeckers, owls, cats, dogs, buzzards, butterflies, tree roaches (fuckers fly and are the size of your palm and will chase you!), things I wasn’t even certain what they were. They loved our house, pool, and yards. I let the harmless live