Don’t eat your friends.

I made a friend recently. *shock horror*

Her name is Little Moo. She is a calf who lives at the farm where my lady wife rides her pony. 

She's lovely. Affectionate. And has beautiful big pretty brown eyes. 
And, unsurprisingly, I no longer wish to eat steak. But I'm not going veggie… I have no problem eating chickens, as they're horrible creatures that are at their best when dead and covered in garlic butter.  

But not Moo. I want to save Little Moo from her eventual journey to the butcher's hook…. I wonder how I could go about that. 
Our pet tally is going to increase, I suspect… three cats, with a new kitten coming soon, and then possibly a cow? At least the cats need never be short of milk.