Remember that stupid stray cat. She is a gypsy. She just comes and goes as she pleases. Uses and abuses us. She left in February and came back beginning of May. Big, fat, and pregnant. Great. We ignored her. I know very Christ like. On Mother's Day the boys and I were enjoying the warm weather. We continued our evening just like any other. Put Ledge down to sleep around 8, closed his door nice and tight so the others wouldn't wake him. Tyson arrived home from Nevada around 12 that night. We are all snug in our beds until around 3 am. Ledger is screaming bloody murder. I give Tyson the hello, get up and get your kid, kick. A few minutes later Tyson comes screaming back into our bedroom. "Can't you hear me?" "That damn cat had kitties under Ledger's crib!" Frick. I spent the next 45 minutes cleaning up you know what underneath the crib and relocating them to a comfy cardboard box. We raised all 6 of them, and got rid of them thru craigslist. Excpet one that Tyson ran over (it's okay), and who Nixon thought would be cool to throw in the air and make do a flip. Yeah, she got a bloody face from that. Nixon named here Sally. Fastforward to today September 5, and know that we don't have either. Both ran away. Momma stopped by the other day. All nice and plump. I hate cats.
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Ledger, the proud papa!
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| I really do feel bad for Nixon, he loves baby kitty and misses her:( |
1 comments:
thats just sick!! there is NO WAY i would have cleaned that crap up -yuck. sorry for the bad luck :( better than having them in a sleeping bag like someone we know - haha
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