There is no doubt that I live in a city…a big city. But every so often I’m reminded that big cities here are not so much like big cities in other places. For example, people keep livestock in their apartments. Not everyone and certainly not many, but I have seen chickens and more recently a goat being ushered in and out of our complex. The goat spotting happened last week on a Wednesday morning as I was heading down to work. I got into the elevator with four other human beings and what I assumed was 4 little dogs. One didn’t quite look right (it had a very odd shaped head) but I was tired and didn’t pay that close attention until it went scuttling out the elevator doors, it’s tiny hooves slipping and sprawling on the polished marble stone floor, it’s voice echoing in amplified ‘baas’ off the walls (goats baa don’t they? I know that’s traditionally the sheep sound but I can’t seem to find any other letter combination that would resemble the goat voice?). It’s owner coaxed it forward with encouraging whistles and tongue clicking and the goat followed along like a pet dog. I have yet to figure out if the goat is my neighbors new pet or if it’s being primed for a dinner feast. Here, I would say both are equally likely.