Leia and Toby, MOL MOL MOL MOL now 'I don't know how to make you stop'. Oh that was too funny. Bravo Hugs madi your bfff and we hope you are both feeling better
I brought MY mommy a bloody one in the middle of the night just weeks after I got here. Right into the bed. He wasn't dedded yet..I was still working on him, and that pouncing woke mommy who turned on the light. She hopped out of bed the fastest anyone ere has I think. Chased the mouse, couldn't find it...changed bedding and tried again.
LOL LOL poor kitty's expression of love is often misinterpreted :-) One of my girls over the rainbow bridge brought me a live mole long long time ago. That was the first (and maybe last) time I saw a mole in person!
Hee hee your poem made me laugh so much! I don't like dead mice but I do love to try and eat dead birds and mum screamed one time when I got a dead bird in my big fangs!! Make sure you post some more funny poems :) Lots of licks, your new friend Morrie
YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. When I lived at home, we'd had mice for years - but all of a sudden, Kitty starting mousing at age 9. She knocked off one after another - and was kind enough to drop them in my room. After a nasty encounter with a rat when I was much younger, I was terrified of mice. TERRIFIED. One night, I'd had my cocktail of sleeping meds when I realized Kitty'd brought me another one that was still alive. I couldn't walk straight - was stumbling all over the place trying to catch this stupid mouse. I wish I'd gotten it on video ;) Okay, not really.
Hahahahaha! 'Round here, there aren't dead mice gifts, but rather wet pools of cat yak that I ALWAYS step on in my bare feet. I don't scream, but "Not Again!" escapes my lips. I know it's not done to anger me, and it's not the cat's fault that I step in it!
Luckily I never had any brought to the bed. I often found a dead one, or the remains of one in the kitchen though. For some reason both boys always felt the need to bring their catches indoors to eat.
Leia and Toby,
ReplyDeleteMOL MOL MOL MOL now 'I don't know how to make you stop'. Oh that was too funny. Bravo
Hugs madi your bfff and we hope you are both feeling better
I brought MY mommy a bloody one in the middle of the night just weeks after I got here. Right into the bed. He wasn't dedded yet..I was still working on him, and that pouncing woke mommy who turned on the light. She hopped out of bed the fastest anyone ere has I think. Chased the mouse, couldn't find it...changed bedding and tried again.
ReplyDeleteMOL! We don't get mousies around here to bring to Mommy. So Lexy brings her toys all night.
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ReplyDeleteThat's why I don't kill them! I just corner them and wait for my human to catch them. She seems to like that.
ReplyDeleteLOL LOL poor kitty's expression of love is often misinterpreted :-) One of my girls over the rainbow bridge brought me a live mole long long time ago. That was the first (and maybe last) time I saw a mole in person!
ReplyDeleteThis is great! LOL!
ReplyDeleteWell, I say that because thankfully I haven't been the recipient of a dead mouse or anything else.
MOL!! We love that!
ReplyDeletethat made me lol
ReplyDeleteHee hee your poem made me laugh so much!
ReplyDeleteI don't like dead mice but I do love to try and eat dead birds and mum screamed one time when I got a dead bird in my big fangs!!
Make sure you post some more funny poems :)
Lots of licks, your new friend Morrie
Which one of you did that? MOL!
ReplyDeleteYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. When I lived at home, we'd had mice for years - but all of a sudden, Kitty starting mousing at age 9. She knocked off one after another - and was kind enough to drop them in my room. After a nasty encounter with a rat when I was much younger, I was terrified of mice. TERRIFIED. One night, I'd had my cocktail of sleeping meds when I realized Kitty'd brought me another one that was still alive. I couldn't walk straight - was stumbling all over the place trying to catch this stupid mouse. I wish I'd gotten it on video ;) Okay, not really.
ReplyDeleteMOL! We have this book and when our Mom read this one to us, we laughed and laughed. Funny. Our Mom didn't so much.
ReplyDeleteTWO dead mice!! That must be what she wants and why she is screaming!!!
ReplyDeleteHahahahaha! 'Round here, there aren't dead mice gifts, but rather wet pools of cat yak that I ALWAYS step on in my bare feet. I don't scream, but "Not Again!" escapes my lips. I know it's not done to anger me, and it's not the cat's fault that I step in it!
ReplyDeleteWe might wonder that too, but more out of curiousity than anny guilt.
ReplyDeleteLuckily I never had any brought to the bed. I often found a dead one, or the remains of one in the kitchen though. For some reason both boys always felt the need to bring their catches indoors to eat.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a thoughtful gift, if you ask me! Maybe she was screaming with delight?
ReplyDeleteYours sincerely,
Margaret Thatcher