thekingfeeder
07-03-2009, 06:52 PM
Ok, so I am enjoying my morning smoke out on my back porch today. Wind coming off the pond was a little cool, I was enjoying it. As I sit there thinking about what I was going to do today, my wife comes running out the house staring at me like I slapped her momma! She says in the most determined voice she could muster, "You need to go clean that tub!" At the same time a cat comes flying by me almost hitting me. this poor feline hits the ground running trying to get back inside. According to my wife, this is not going to happen.
I finish my cigarette and figure I will head inside to see what all the fuss is about. When I walk in my wife is standing there. Her shoulders shudder every so often that sends her entire body into convulsions of sorts. You know the one. When your wife shudders and always ends in her standing on one leg, face all puckered up it looks like she is eating a lemon. Well, when she could, she would keep repeating, "You will be cleaning that tub!" With the perfectly space repeating of that phrase, I would have thought she was attempting to audition for a remake of Rainman.
I head to the bathroom to see what all the fuss is about... Apparently, the cat killed a small rabbit, drug it through the dog door, and nestled down proudly in the tub to partake of his conquest. By the time my wife saw it, there was only half of the rabbit left. All of the glory that goes with every thought of 1/2 a rabbit was smeared, trampled, or slung about in that tub. It really looked like a mini murder scene. I guess it was of sorts.
I go find my wife. She is still traumatized. LMAO. Now she is only repeating, "I don't want to find the head!" I tease and let her know we probably won't find it until we crawl into bed. I let her know that if she feels something wet on her neck tonight, it probably won't be me kissing her. LMAO Hindsight, not a very good thing to tease about at the moment.
I cleaned the tub, discarded the remains, and as far as I know am now on the cats sh*t list. I need to watch my back for a while. I think the cat is more vengeful then my wife. Wish I would have thought about that before I cleaned the remains up.
Now this cat that she found eating breakfast with bugs this morning is not a hunter. He will be just as happy to allow mice to ride his back if they get tired. Now, the other cat I affectionately refer to as fish hook (another story), is a HUNTER. We can only assume, partly wishful thinking, that fish hook stalked the rabbit, killed it, and started to eat it. Along comes Dexter checking it out. We are hoping that Dexter carried it in and took it to the tub.
Well, that is better than thinking we will roll over in the middle of the night and find a cat staring at us on the dresser with a rabbit head in its mouth.
Robert
I finish my cigarette and figure I will head inside to see what all the fuss is about. When I walk in my wife is standing there. Her shoulders shudder every so often that sends her entire body into convulsions of sorts. You know the one. When your wife shudders and always ends in her standing on one leg, face all puckered up it looks like she is eating a lemon. Well, when she could, she would keep repeating, "You will be cleaning that tub!" With the perfectly space repeating of that phrase, I would have thought she was attempting to audition for a remake of Rainman.
I head to the bathroom to see what all the fuss is about... Apparently, the cat killed a small rabbit, drug it through the dog door, and nestled down proudly in the tub to partake of his conquest. By the time my wife saw it, there was only half of the rabbit left. All of the glory that goes with every thought of 1/2 a rabbit was smeared, trampled, or slung about in that tub. It really looked like a mini murder scene. I guess it was of sorts.
I go find my wife. She is still traumatized. LMAO. Now she is only repeating, "I don't want to find the head!" I tease and let her know we probably won't find it until we crawl into bed. I let her know that if she feels something wet on her neck tonight, it probably won't be me kissing her. LMAO Hindsight, not a very good thing to tease about at the moment.
I cleaned the tub, discarded the remains, and as far as I know am now on the cats sh*t list. I need to watch my back for a while. I think the cat is more vengeful then my wife. Wish I would have thought about that before I cleaned the remains up.
Now this cat that she found eating breakfast with bugs this morning is not a hunter. He will be just as happy to allow mice to ride his back if they get tired. Now, the other cat I affectionately refer to as fish hook (another story), is a HUNTER. We can only assume, partly wishful thinking, that fish hook stalked the rabbit, killed it, and started to eat it. Along comes Dexter checking it out. We are hoping that Dexter carried it in and took it to the tub.
Well, that is better than thinking we will roll over in the middle of the night and find a cat staring at us on the dresser with a rabbit head in its mouth.
Robert