Hey, I only just figured out that I had an inbox.
(Now I know what it feel like to be my mother on the Internet...)
Life is glorious. There are no more Guinea pigs or chickens, sadly (because foxes. Red foxes AND super-rare-in-Europe black foxes). There is a cat, however, whose raison d'être appears to be tormenting the dog.
How are you? Is it hot there?