after very close inspection, we decided it was definitely not a rabbit foot (so no good luck for us) and it definitely wasn't one of the family. it only had hair on the 2nd part of the foot; the rest was all bone. i'm wondering if the rats are starting a mutiny or something. maybe they're sending the cats a message - like "don't mess with us anymore or this is what could happen TO YOU". or maybe it was just a random rat-mafia hit. or maybe it was just a senseless coyote killing. all i know is this calls for me and lindy's special private-eye, c.s.i. services. we're sneaking out later with our flashlights and luminol to see if we can check out the blood spatter, just like dexter (he's my new favorite man on tv next to cesar millan). i mean, i know he kills stuff, but its always for a good cause. and i'm always for a good cause.
gotta run. daddy's outside smoking and i have to go frown at him (he's gonna get lung cancer and leave momma alone; then she'll be sad).
love and spaghetti,
daisy
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