Monday, June 26, 2006
Saturday, June 24, 2006
You just can't please the humans, can you?
So, this morning, I escape between the feet of my human person's parental unit and spend most of the morning and early afternoon doing whatever it is I do outside.
At some point, I found a vole (for the uninformed, these are rodents). After playing with it for some time, I decided that this would be an excellent early birthday present for my human (or perhaps a belated birthday present for her parental unit whose present she still hasn't gotten around to buying). Brilliant idea! I'll bet no cat has EVER thought of bringing their human a rodent for a present!
You would have been happy that I brought this to her.
But Nooooooooo! First, she thinks it is a cricket or something. Then, when she realizes what it is, she chases bme off and spends the next 15 minutes racing about the house with no clothes on trying to round up small rodents with mangled back legs.
Apparently, she isn't PLEASED about having to spend 15 minutes racing about the house with no clothes on trying to round up small rodents with mangled back legs. I can tell because she spent another 5 minutes shouting "Bad Cat!" at me....
She didn't catch the rodent. It is probably dying in behind the big trunk in the hall closet.
A vole (not THE vole)