The Dog Who Would Be Queen on the Ratcatchers
Dog, you remember of course that she isn't... a dog that is, but is actually a beautiful tortoiseshell female pussycat that EBLinnit took delight in naming 'Dog' when he got her 2 years ago.
Anyways, Dog has settled into the whacky routine and chaos that is CasaLinnit with aplomb. Since arriving among us in early July this year, she has taken hold of our hearts and our bootlaces and ensnared us. We are her slaves. A family who have never owned, nor seriously contemplated, pets and we're in love with her.
Dog is a 110% coward. She has yet to venture outside of the borders of our garden. Any wind greater than a mild breeze and she's indoors. Any hint of a shower, indoors. More than two birds in the sky above? Indoors. A tree or bush rustling? You got it!
So.... what the f**k does she think she's doing gifting me with frogs and fieldmice!!!!!! Frogs and fieldmice, I might add, that are still living but generally incapacitated by fractured/missing limbs! I don't like frogs. I'm terrified of mice. And.... I'm not exactly enamoured of the dead arachnea she's now gotten the hang of executing and laying, eight legs up, on my kitchen floor.
I've had some serious words with her. Keep this up, little lady, and you're going to Pussycat Borstal!
Anyone know where they sell pussycat muzzles?
Anyways, Dog has settled into the whacky routine and chaos that is CasaLinnit with aplomb. Since arriving among us in early July this year, she has taken hold of our hearts and our bootlaces and ensnared us. We are her slaves. A family who have never owned, nor seriously contemplated, pets and we're in love with her.
Dog is a 110% coward. She has yet to venture outside of the borders of our garden. Any wind greater than a mild breeze and she's indoors. Any hint of a shower, indoors. More than two birds in the sky above? Indoors. A tree or bush rustling? You got it!
So.... what the f**k does she think she's doing gifting me with frogs and fieldmice!!!!!! Frogs and fieldmice, I might add, that are still living but generally incapacitated by fractured/missing limbs! I don't like frogs. I'm terrified of mice. And.... I'm not exactly enamoured of the dead arachnea she's now gotten the hang of executing and laying, eight legs up, on my kitchen floor.
I've had some serious words with her. Keep this up, little lady, and you're going to Pussycat Borstal!
Anyone know where they sell pussycat muzzles?