There was some confusion yesterday about whether or not I already had a pet. I am indeed the servant of a queen.*
Queen of the Household
Or, at least she thinks she is
In the above photo, the queen is warming herself on the heat vent in the early morning hours.
I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want a dog. She tolerates the leopard gecko, likely because he is a fascinating toy behind a wall of glass.
*SuperDad refuses to be called her dad; he is willing to be called her Master. Most folks, however, accept that dogs have masters and cats have staff.