The Cheese Stands Alone

When we gave Hunter his name, we didn't know it at the time, but it fits him perfectly. Even without front claws, he is a mighty predator. He frequently bring his "prizes" up to the house to impress us. Usually these are small little field mice.

Yesterday evening when Bob and Frank came home from football practice, they informed me that Hunter had a dead "mouse" on the porch and I needed to get rid of it. At first I whinned "That's a MAN job." But Bob was exhausted and hadn't eaten yet. And I'd already finished my dinner. Then I decided maybe it was a "BOY" job. But Frank too had just come in from practice and hadn't eaten yet.

So I got out my Towanda suite and preceeded to take care of the "matter". I took my styrofoam plate that I'd just used for dinner and my used fork out onto the front porch. There I found...not a tiny little field mouse, but a RAT that was about 8 inches long not including the tail. I poked it with the fork a couple of times to make sure that it was good and dead. Then I proceeded to shovel it onto the plate among the remains of my Mac n Cheese and Weiners we'd had for dinner. Then I carried it off to the trash can.

I didn't really think much about it...after all I was taking care of business....until I saw my neighbor watching me. Hmmm...maybe it didn't look too good for me to be walking around with a dead rat on my dinner plate and a fork in my other hand. LOL. Oh well.

The cat ate the rat....the cat ate the rat...hi ho the derio..the cat ate the rat. The cheese stands alone...the cheese stands alone.....

No, Thanks. Frank Already Took Care Of It.

We have two dogs and two cats in the house. I don't have any animals that could rip a child's face off or anything. So I usually tell the kids that if one of them nips or scratches you, then you were probably mistreating the animal. So very little sympathy.

A few days ago, Carlie came in crying hysterically. I asked her what was wrong, and she explained that Hunter (our youngest cat) had bit her on the cheek. I gave her my little speech about letting animals down when they wanted down. But Bob comes over and in a melodramatic/silly voice says "Carlie, do you want me to go KICK that old cat for you??"

In a weepy, tiny, sincere little voice Carlie says "No Thanks. Frank already took care of that for me."

Self Service Cat Food

I guess in the zoo of five kids, two dogs and two cats someone forgot to feed them. So they helped themselves!!!! Ya got to be independent around my house if you want to survive!!!