there is something terribly wrong with my offspring. why does she think she's a boy? and why am i the target of her boy-like hormones?
cuda killed a bird and its laying the back yard. i tried to tell momma to pick it up, but she's lazy. if momma doesn't pick it up, uncle leo will just eat it then hack it up on the rug.
there was also a dead mouse in the garage this morning. lindy tried to give it mouth-to-mouse resuscitation, but it was too late. rigor had already set in. we're thinking t.o.d. was last night around midnight (i've been watching a lot of law and order and c.s.i lately and know what "rigor" and "t.o.d." means - i LOVE jack mccoy and really miss warrick brown too).
off to take my mid-morning nap.
big, smelly hugs,
daisy
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