I have a house chicken. My girl is a Mille Fleur that my boyfriend brought back inside when she wasn't doing well in the pen with the other Milles. She sits on my shoulder while I'm on the computer, roosts on the back of my computer chair and only wears a diaper when we have company or when we're going to the feed store. She doesn't seem to mind the diaper at all, but I think I'm going to make her one with straps just a tad longer. She and my cat are buddies. They sleep together on the couch and chase each other around the house. She spends just as much time chasing the cat as the cat spends chasing her. She just started laying and she found the perfect place to start, a bag of shavings we use for chick bedding (yes, those are in the house too) in the corner of the living room.
I've had everything else in the house, why not a chicken?

I've had everything else in the house, why not a chicken?

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