Sheepishly

I was just thinking to myself, boy it sure is quite in here that's awesome the cat is finally chilling out. Then I remembered the cat is OUTSIDE. And I bet she is playing with that homeless orange toddler cat that I can't catch. However, I did leave food out for it.

This is another one of those, "damn it I'm turning into my mom." Her house was the local stray hotel. I swear almost every time I go home there is a new dog, cat, duck, or bird. You'd think that by now she'd have enrolled herself in the local veterinary course.

I don't think I can remember a single season in my life living with my mom when she wasn't trying to rescue something. If one of our dumb dogs managed to catch a bird she'd shoo the dog off and bring the injured bird inside. So we'd have this little thing with a broken wing chirping around sitting in the window sill. This always minorly irked my dad. He couldn't believe that my mom had brought in another mouth to feed. He's always joke that he'd 'kick a field goal' with our cat. He never did it; but he liked getting a rise out of us. We'd all run to our pets and hug them and tell them their mean grandpa was lying and jealous.

What's ironic is we never did this for sheep. We weren't even allowed to name this because we knew we'd end up eating them. I found this cruel and unusual. But that's another story for another time.

posted by Danna Saunders @ 2/01/2005 09:52:00 AM