I can't count, but Mom can. One..two..three...four..."Aaaaack, Mary-Margaret", she says. "There are SEVEN cats out there". So I left a perfectly good and warm diced chicken dinner to go do my job. One big cat, a couple of smaller ones, then some even smaller ones, and one dinky kitty. I tell YOUUUUUU.....the NERVE of them. I chased them off, even the little ones who were clinging to the other side of our wrought iron fence. I went "boo" and they skittered down the slope.
What IS it with these things anyway? Every time I look there are more of them. I feel as if I'm under assault. Terrorists, that's what they are. Mom says she's going to call animal control. She doesn't want them getting run over in the street, and I sure don't want them using MY back yard for their litter box. They don't even COVER their "stuff".
Hmmmph!
Mary-Margaret
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
MMOB,
They must have tried to take over while you were away. Good thing your back now to control the situation a little better.
SHannon
DON'T CALL ANIMAL CONTROL....they will kill them!!! Call some animal rescue place so they can find homes for them....PLEASE....
xoxoxoxo auntie leslie
CAT LOVER
Post a Comment