Tuesday, October 03, 2006

SEVEN...count 'em..SEVEN CATS

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

2 comments:

Shannon said...

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

Anonymous said...

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
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