My cats are silly and ignernt, but they's mine....

I have more reasons for saying that than I have time to list them all.

But... the most recent proof of this just happened last night.

I went grocery shopping after the hayrides were done. In addition to all the shit I usually get, I got the cats 8 play mice. Basically, they're just plastic-bodied little things, covered in multi-colored fur and they all have a "tail".

When I threw them all on the floor, a couple of these dopey cats grabbed one up and slunk off, growling, with it in their mouth, like it was freakin' real or something. (lmbo...)

Then, this morning, after having given them 8 of these stupid fake mice the night before, I wake up to find a REAL dead mouse on the kitchen floor, laying there among the toy ones.

Ew.

What? I gave them 8 mice, so I still have seven dead real ones coming? Dear Gawd, I hope not.

* a coupla minutes later, after a radio conversation*

Oops. Gotta go. Rob and his friend and maybe a kid or two are on their way, so I hafta go into high gear and get some shit done.

Talk to ya's later.

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 09:13 AM

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