Well after reading that SandyCows are indeed a pet that a Geraldton child might have, I feel the need to apologise for calling my dear King “deprived”. That was kinda harsh. Seems it’s not so weird after all.
That said, I thought about my childhood.
Then I remembered.
I remembered the pet I had.
And I didn’t keep it in a shoebox. It had a real cage. My Dad made it for me.
Then I got to thinking about another pet I had.
And I think I am the weird one.
Now… family are obviously in the know here… but I had my own deprived childhood.
No dogs for me.
No cats either… unless you count the stray I found and kept under my bed. Peee – ewww.
So… any guesses?