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June 23, 2008
MILE-HIGH MURDER
Walter just brought a LIVE BIRD into the basement. He toyed with it for a while before I dragged him off BY THE TAIL and brought the STILL CHIRPING bird (via dustpan) to my alleyway. Now it's lying there, dying, because I am too much of a pansy to go hasten the process...how? Hit it with a shovel? Drown it in a bucket? Encourage an addiction to cigarettes?
Ugh. Bad feelings all around.
Looking for some sympathy from the one who raised me, I called my mom. Her response: "Whatever. Life with cats. Our cats just caught two mice and a chipmunk and threw up all over the chairs on the back patio."
I am seriously rethinking this whole feline thing. Though it did bring me some joy that Matt described my blow-by-blow real-time description of the events that unfolded as "Blair Witchey."
Posted by Bree at June 23, 2008 07:58 PM