It begins under couches, tables and ovens. Perverted, I know. But that's how animals roll.
Here, you see the beginning of life. Isn't it precious? Please excuse the chewed up chair rungs. They're often used for teething.
Within a few days eyeballs and teeth begin to form. Look how sharp they are from honing them on the chair rungs. Aren't those little fangs adorable? He's already eating kibble like a big boy.
This next astonishing photo shows when the ball of fuzz begins to grow its sexual organs and we can tell if it's going to be a boy or a girl. Congratulations! It's a girl. Or a boy with moobs. Umm...yeah, it's a boy with moobs.
The newly metamorphosing creature's internal workings beginning to produce fecal matter. Unfortunately, it's on my kitchen counter. Bad fuzz ball! No pooping on your mummie's counter!
Here I am attempting to teach the fuzz ball how to use the toilet. And to introduce him to his Auntie and Uncle Pubes. Distant relatives I know-- but family is important.
This little guy is learning how to enjoy coffee. He's almost a teenager now. Although I hate it when he sheds in the sugar.
This stupid little bastard got into a fight with one of his siblings over a tank of gas and an unused French tickler and lost his teeth. Dumbass. Here he is rubbing his sore gums with alcohol. He may be drinking it also. At this point, I don't care, he's on his own.
Here, he was dressed up for Halloween as Marilyn Monroe's muff. Although a bit distasteful, he deserves props for creativity. I was hoping he'd dress like a fun-loving Tribble...eh to each his own.
Christmas time! He made a friend. I know it's an ornament but this particular little dude is kinda...."special."
Here he is with a full set of adult chompers. Looking good pal!
It's been a long road, but here is the little fuzz ball fully grown! Isn't he handsome?