Tuesday, March 18, 2008

It went something like this

Oldest: "Mom, may I let Kitty in?"
Me: "Yes, thank you for asking."

I was lost in thought trying to get my remote access to work when I heard this:

Oldest: Through the tears of horror, "MOM there is a DEAD ANIMAL on the PORCH."
Me: "WHAT? On the porch or in the house?!"
Oldest: "On the porch, I SAW it!"
Me: "Kitty PLEASE do not bring us presents! Everyone stay inside."

I retrieved the dust pan, King Daddy's shoes and opened the door to the porch. Threw up in my mouth and got on with the task at hand. I delivered the DEAD ANIMAL to the graveyard in the corner of the yard where all the good little creatures who have passed away go. I left the dust pan out there as there were entrails still on it. I threw up in my mouth a little more and marched into the house to get a rag with bleach. I cleaned up the blood, the bile and the entrails of said DEAD ANIMAL.

I returned inside and assured Oldest that the world is right and thought, "I must blog about this!"

Here is a picture of the murderer. He is a mouser! He is a mouser!

5 comments:

so tired said...

I know I don't really have to say anything about you know what.....

Karen said...

You know, cats leave "presents" for those they love and respect. To earn a place so high in your cat's esteem is an honor.

Rebecca said...

Oh dear... But Karen is right. :)

Marlee said...

Yeah... I would've made my husband do the clean-up, 'cause the throw-up wouldn't have stayed in my mouth. ;)

tiff said...

Look at that smirk on his face. He thinks he's done a good thing. Awwww.