Brianne’s kitty is a homicidal maniac and proof that instinct exists! Because I sincerely doubt that any of my children taught her how to hunt. I do, however, suspect that one of them taught her how to count. I think she’s working overtime to feed us because “we are so many.”
Yesterday, Brianne saved a chipmunk from Kitty. Two hours later I had the pleasure of walking into the garage later to find feathers and a dead bird. And today I found some kind of chipmunk-like rodent.
I need to figure out a way to explain to the cat that A.) Humans go to places like stores and buy food already packaged. B.) I would have to be starving to eat something she killed. C.) I don’t like dead things around my house. D.) It’s not her job to feed me because I have something called money and even if I didn’t I have something called a husband.
Note to self: Next time say no to getting a cat.
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If Kitty can get along with Buddy, she can live at my house!
Oh yah, tell Kitty some of the critters around here are pretty big! A knife would be handy!
But, Buddy would have her back.
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