The Baby Gods may be smiling after all. Or maybe just smirking. Same old story, cats and rats and babies oh my. Well, I walk in to check on everything and my male pastel is laying on the back of one of the females. In that "S" curve, hold on for dear life sorta way. Not the embarassing caught in the act lock up but maybe a little foreplay. There is always hope. But my face isn't blue yet.
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When birds fly in the right formation, they need only exert half the effort. Even in nature, Teamwork results in collective laziness.



