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28 avril I live with MURDERERS!I thought I raised my kids to be better. I always gave them love and affection. But I raised some monsters... murderous monsters with blood lust. Granted, it's encoded in their genome, and you can't overcome thousands of years of evolution. But I thought I raised better kids than that.
It all started out innocently. The orange-tabby tub-of-guts has been going outside lately, and on Sunday, he returned from the back yard with a live lizard. Unfortunately, the lizard didn't bother to try and escape until *after* it was in the house. Jon and I looked all over for the thing, and finally resigned ourselves to the fact that we'd be experiencing some nasty lizard-stink in a few days when the poor thing died. Or maybe the cat would finish the job it started - the lizard was just a "doggie-bag", a snack for later in the day. Well, neither of these scenarios came to pass, and on Tuesday, Jon opened the back door, and a lizard ran out of the house and into the yard. It was the lucky one.
A few days ago, we found a dead baby possum by Jon's motocycle - and no, he did not run it over. Poor little thing was kinda cute, but I'm not about to autopsy a dead possum to determine cause of death.
Yesterday evening, I went to let the dogs outside, and discovered a "gift" on the back step - a large, dead,rat (yes, there are rats out here - disgusting, huh?) Of course, I had to have Jon remove the thing. Later in the evening, enraged orange-tabby was sitting in the back yard with a "snack" - yep, another dead rat. Again, Jon had to get the thing away from the cat to dispose of it. At this point, I have to state something - I have cleaned up vomit, feces, and urine. I have seen TB-laden sputum samples, and oozing, pus-filled wounds. I have seen blood and guts and all sorts of other things that would make a normal person pass out. I also had a non-formaldehyde cadaver that made a lot of my classmates sick from the smell. I can handle every one of these things without blinking an eye, but a cat chewing on a dead rat makes me gag - a lot.
The murderous tendancies don't stop with the orange-tabby. The halloween kitty (a beautiful, affectionate black short-hair with yellow eyes) brings his toys into the back yard and plays with them. I've had to have Jon get near-dead rats away from him (although this is slightly humorous - the cat growls loudly if you try and pry the limp rodent out of his jaws-o-death.) He also plays with half-dead lizards. And the German Shorthaired Pointer (one of the in-law's dogs) has brought us little bunnies that she had run down - she actually chases and catches them... she can also clear a 6-foot fence in a single bound. Today, I found some bunny-bits out in the yard.(*edit* on closer inspection, it's not some bunny bits, it's the lower half of a squirrel... and when I went to get laundry, the dog ran over to grab it, tossed it happily in the air, and was *playing* with it.)
Can I be mad at the critters? Not really - it's their instinct to hunt, and you can't punish an animal for doing what comes instinctively. Can I barf? You betcha!
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Tomorrow's Coachella, and Monday I have my psych final, so I'll talk to everyone next week! Commentaires (11)Pour ajouter un commentaire, connectez-vous avec votre identifiant Windows Live ID (si vous utilisez Messenger ou Xbox LIVE, vous avez un identifiant Windows Live ID). Connectez-vous Vous n'avez pas d'identifiant Windows Live ID ? Inscrivez-vous
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