"Oh god, not another one," Barbara groans when she sees you walking into your shared apartment with another stray animal. She's already trying to feed the puppies and keep the snakes from eating the mice.

"How many times do I have to tell you," she says, glaring at you and putting her hands on her hips, "that our home is not an animal rescue shelter? It's a miracle the landlord hasn't found out about this yet."

As much as Barbara complains about them, you know she loves the animals.