Sigh Of Relief
You know that moment - when you spot something potentially YUCKY - and it turns out to be just a bit of dried leaf? (Of course, there's always the reverse...)
posted by Lizzy at 8:14 PM
This blog is the ongoing story of nine-hundred and twenty-two cats, including kittens. We consider on a near daily basis the poetics of cat sensibility - the wit, brilliance, elegance and magic of catdom. We try to ignore hairballs and their sound effects.
posted by Lizzy at 8:14 PM
3 Comments:
How well I know that! Especially with two longhairs who (1) seem to revel in bringing in as much of the great outdoors as they possibly can; and (2) At least one whose Pojama Pants grow long in the back and often trap undesirable elements for later release in inconvenient places. Ah, euphemism.
I don't mean to laugh to hard, but often an outdoor cat thinks he's delighting you with a present of...rodent. You want to praise them for the great hunters they want you to think they are, but you also want to discourage this unsightly behavior. What's a mother to do?
Ah, yes. Rodent presents, you mean like the mouse that Weasely brought into the house and showed to the dogs who were more than happy to play with it and knocked it outta his mouth and then chased it into my bedroom and the kids didn't tell me about this until the next day and that was after I was putting away my socks and I thought I saw one of my socks move outta the corner of my eye and just chalked it up to old age and seeing things.....are you talking about THOSE presents?
Na, never get them.
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