Maybe It's a Sign?

So I had some weird wacko dream last night that had something to do with a football game.  As American football is my absolute least-favourite sport (no one has ever successfully managed to explain it to me and the men are hideously unattractive; enough said), this was peculiar anyway.  I don't remember much about it other than the football, and the fact that they all had bizarrely long numbers (like, eight digits) on their uniforms, and that "I" - and I think I was a guy, too - was talking to this guy and his girlfriend who was my totally fictitious friend's sister and the guy's name was Angel Joe.

What does this have to do with my menagerie?  Well, I woke up after this dream and found myself cuddling with the still-anonymous ermine, and now I'm wondering whether I should take it as some sort of vision telling me that his name is Angel Joe.  He is white.  White things are angelic... right?

Angel Joe is a very weird name, but now I can't get it out of my head.

In further onomastic news, I have deduced that the lynx's surname and/or title is Pearl, relating to the almost pearlescent quality of his fur; and that the black panther's friends call him Magick, although that is neither his name nor his title.

The Delegation from the Wild Parliamentary Monarchy Has Arrived

The long-awaited delegation from the Wild Parliamentary Monarchy is finally here!

They're kind of large, so they required two boxes, and of course Murphy's Law mandated that we were at house parties, so I had to go down to the post office to get them.  I'm rather proud that I managed to walk back with them unassisted, and even stop at the store to get milk.  The boxes weren't heavy, but they were decidedly cumbersome.

Seven delegates arrived in all.  They've yet to explain their respective positions, or (of course) reveal their names, but that will come.  Here's the list:

• An ermine.  The ermine is slightly confusing because he's labelled as belonging to the Wild Republic.  I assume this means he's a dual citizen; presumably one of his parents was from the WR and the other from the WPM, where he was raised.
• A serval.  She, of course, is Sir Tristan's much-missed girlfriend, and she's faced with the rather daunting prospect of being the only female in a sea of males.
• A lynx.  He is kind of huge; I think he's the largest animal we have so far.
• A capybara.  He's the only one we know something about: he's a doctor (being from the Amazon), and his name is Pedro.
• A snow owl.  Also rather large, but not as big as the lynx.  The penguins will be thrilled, or something.
• A white goat.  I'm glad he's medium-sized, because he's going to be living with lots of carnivores.  He's just about the only herbivore who is neither naturally armed nor known for speed.
• A black panther.  Sir Tristan's best friend from school.  He looks rather dangerous, and will need to be watched.  Murchison will be delighted to have something obvious to do.

More details to follow.  (For one thing, some of them, like Sir Tristan, probably have a title of some kind, but they haven't yet revealed them to me.)  At the moment, they're kind of jet-lagged, and also a bit confused from languishing at the post office for a few days, so I'm not introducing them to the animals in the main room until tomorrow.  (Yes, this has everything to do with Plouie.  No one should have to deal with Plouie while jet-lagged.)  They can stay in my room, where it's quieter; I'll just move Sir Tristan in here so that he can finally be reunited with his beloved.