...and I love them. One black, one blue and one partridge, nice and cheap 'cos "their tails are wrong" (said the breeder, like we care). They're 10 and 14w, and they're our babies.
DS got home from school on his 12th birthday to find a great big box in the dining room with a sign "Happy Birthday, open very carefully". I thought he was going to cry. He ran into the garden and did a gawky, awkward adolescent jump-for-joy-type-thing.