pets
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Tokyo, 2008.09.15
We were walking down a shopping street yesterday and I noticed a pet store. I was carrying Ken at the time, so I stopped to show him the mice in their cages (right next to the street!). He was more interested in a label that had been affixed to the cages. He's always had a curious affinity for labels, even playing with the labels on his plush toyes rather than the toys themselves.
So I showed him a kitten that was in a holding pen behind the store's window. He started to laugh and laugh. Then I showed him the mice again, and he kept on laughing.
He likes animals, I guess!