1st of all...where are the stickies? Last time I was here there a hilarious sticky with various funnies in it. Did I overlook?
Tonight on Wild Kingdom....
Husband on-call maintainence this week; laundrymat flooded. He left. I forgot to close back door after feeding his stupid cat. I was sitting here at the computer, typing out an email, minding my own business--SCREEEEEECH
What the---? In the corner was the cat, pouncing on a half grown robin! Out of instinct I slapped the cat's rear. HA HA!! All I saw was one creature harming another & acted out of pure instinct.
The cat scurries under the desk; this poor bird is flopping around in the corner. Our 2 small dogs are VERY curious, I shoo them away and grab a box to scoop up this bird in. It's quite lively as I chase it around the room with a box for several minuets, but something is obviously broken--a wing perhaps. It keeps flopping onto its left side, screeching and bouncing around the whole time.
I have always thought an animal should be put down beofre allowed to suffer but I just can't do it! As a kid, I raised mockingbirds that fell from their nests. I collected crickets, squashed them into oatmeal & fed the babies with an eye dropper. I couldn't do it!!!!!
I decided to let nature run its course and set the bird outside before one of the dogs got to it and handed me a giant vet bill in return! I felt bad for the little guy but I can't just brake its neck. I've never even hit a squirell with my car for crying out loud!
The cat is pretty freaked out! HA HA--won't even come near me!!
Couple days ago, she left guts & blood just inside the door. I wouldn't know what it was if it hadn't been for the feathers and a leg. I hate that stupid cat. That's HIS cat--not mine. He brought it home that day...NOT ME!
I give her food and water and all she ever does is attack my bare feet and leave dead, gutted lizards in the (carpeted!) hallway for me to clean up. I've named her Evil The Cat. And she is. Oh, she is! My husband named her a dirty word because every time you try to pet her she attacks you and you say this very dirty word. We bottle fed this meance at 2 weeks old and she's VICIOUS!
I've always been more of a dog person.
Tonight on Wild Kingdom....
Husband on-call maintainence this week; laundrymat flooded. He left. I forgot to close back door after feeding his stupid cat. I was sitting here at the computer, typing out an email, minding my own business--SCREEEEEECH
What the---? In the corner was the cat, pouncing on a half grown robin! Out of instinct I slapped the cat's rear. HA HA!! All I saw was one creature harming another & acted out of pure instinct.
The cat scurries under the desk; this poor bird is flopping around in the corner. Our 2 small dogs are VERY curious, I shoo them away and grab a box to scoop up this bird in. It's quite lively as I chase it around the room with a box for several minuets, but something is obviously broken--a wing perhaps. It keeps flopping onto its left side, screeching and bouncing around the whole time.
I have always thought an animal should be put down beofre allowed to suffer but I just can't do it! As a kid, I raised mockingbirds that fell from their nests. I collected crickets, squashed them into oatmeal & fed the babies with an eye dropper. I couldn't do it!!!!!
I decided to let nature run its course and set the bird outside before one of the dogs got to it and handed me a giant vet bill in return! I felt bad for the little guy but I can't just brake its neck. I've never even hit a squirell with my car for crying out loud!
The cat is pretty freaked out! HA HA--won't even come near me!!
Couple days ago, she left guts & blood just inside the door. I wouldn't know what it was if it hadn't been for the feathers and a leg. I hate that stupid cat. That's HIS cat--not mine. He brought it home that day...NOT ME!
I give her food and water and all she ever does is attack my bare feet and leave dead, gutted lizards in the (carpeted!) hallway for me to clean up. I've named her Evil The Cat. And she is. Oh, she is! My husband named her a dirty word because every time you try to pet her she attacks you and you say this very dirty word. We bottle fed this meance at 2 weeks old and she's VICIOUS!
I've always been more of a dog person.
Oh, she was just doing her job...and wanted you to be proud of her!