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Stone Cold Killa
Jul. 18th, 2011 10:57 pmLast night Pilsbury curled up on my lap as usual and I spent a pleasant evening watching TV and telling him what an awesome cat he is, despite the brain damage. He's always available for lap warming, wants only love, lets Erik yank fistfuls of fur out without complaint and is really only a bother when he's not allowed outside.
Which means that for the next day or so I'm going to have a yowling, loud as hell meowing, litter flinging fur ball underfoot at all times. Because Pilsbury is on restriction.
I came home from errands today to find three quarters of a young rabbit at my garage door steps. I tell myself that although he's a good hunter, Pilsbury is a lazy one so this must have been a weak, or sickly rabbit but still. It's a bunny. And that is just not cool.
Especially when I have to explain the carcass to my 3 year old. Who asks me questions I do not know the answers to like "why did he eat just the head?"
Which means that for the next day or so I'm going to have a yowling, loud as hell meowing, litter flinging fur ball underfoot at all times. Because Pilsbury is on restriction.
I came home from errands today to find three quarters of a young rabbit at my garage door steps. I tell myself that although he's a good hunter, Pilsbury is a lazy one so this must have been a weak, or sickly rabbit but still. It's a bunny. And that is just not cool.
Especially when I have to explain the carcass to my 3 year old. Who asks me questions I do not know the answers to like "why did he eat just the head?"
