was the runt of the litter and very nearly didn't make it.
Some human intervention in the form of a syringe, a baby bottle and some serious Uncle Pete lovin' pulled her through.
Having gone to live with Uncle Pete for a few weeks, she's recently returned to the fold, as Peter's work has taken him away from home.
Miss Daisy refuses to assimilate with her parents,
or any other non-human life-form. I've a feeling she's going to become our next breeding sow.
We'll be sure not to share this image with her,
it might just tarnish her devotion to us.