Friday, May 29, 2009

 

I don't need this much love

Beverly, 8 pounds of incredible predatory kittie, started hollering "meow" at me. I have found it wise to go find out what she wants when that happens.
There, in the dining room, she had brought me a young dead possum. I made the appropriate horrified noises and got the dustpan and broom and trash can.
The dead possum woke up and ran. I hollered "meow" and the dogs arrived. Jeffory wanted to chase it, but Gator grabbed it before it made it under the fridge and bit it. Then he put it down and went away. Gator is hard to excite.

I think Beverly is going to quit bringing me prey. I have not reacted in a respectful way to the rat, the grackle and the possum. She went ahead and killed the mouse. I think she figured it wasn't a worthy treat. She just eats the little birds under my bed, but i thought I rescued the second grackle she brought in. I tried to put it back outside, but Jeffory caught it and bit it.

Beverly is getting back at all birds for the loss of her roomies.

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Monday, April 13, 2009

 

Where else do I put it?

I was awaken by a large and smelly commotion from a deep and peaceful sleep. My beloved pets, jeffory Springjeans, Gator Katrinason and Beverly Diva was swirling around the bed, toenails clicking, bodies stinking.
When they gathered around my bookshelf/nightstand, I turned on the light. I saw Beverly sitting behinf it in the corner, and I was afraid the dogs had gone berserk and we attacking her, but she was in on it. Jeffory was going full out with his nose at the bottom of the shelf, and beverly was trying to dig under. Here comes Gator to the rescue. He put a mighty paw against the back and pulled, with tiny horror movie screams emitting from below.
Then a rat appears on top of the shelf. I bailed. Much disturbance continued, but I was in the other room.
Trouble is, they lost it. Now what do I do? I don't want to go in there to sleep with a rat, but it's 3 AM.

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