not really. its what we woke up to this morning. dead baby rabbit in the dining room and a mouse face on the patio. the cats (minus cuda) will now be referred to as the 'gruesome twosome'. their acts will not go unpunished. i believe in a higher power ('dog' is my leader) and the cats will answer to her at some point. wonder if there are cats in heaven. i bet they have a heaven of their own (that probably smells like tuna). there won't be any cats in my heaven. only cat butts.
yesterday was momma's birthday. we bought her tickets to go see some guy i've never heard of who is gonna be standing up on a stage somewhere far away so momma and daddy can stay a night away from us. you're welcome momma! unfortunately there was no birthday cake. how can there be a birthday with no cake? i hope this is not a new tradition or something; every birthday should have cake. but momma's butt is growing and she doesn't have any fur to shave off, so there's no help for her and nothing to make her look skinnier. perhaps she doesn't need any cake. i could have her piece though. she should take us for more walks. momma, if you're listening, i have a new very simple diet plan for you: 1) walk us 17 times a day and 2) stop eating so many whoppers and give them to me. see? easy as pie. chocolate cream pie. mmmmm; chocolate cream pie.
i feel a dream coming on. better go catch it.
love and cool whip,
daisy d.b.
1 comment:
mouse face = gross
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