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fearlesstemp) wrote2003-05-09 12:13 pm
fearlesstemp) wrote2003-05-09 12:13 pm
cats can be harmful to bunnies' health
Nothing says "Good morning! Welcome to a new day!" like stepping out your front door and being greeted by the image of your cute seven-and-a-half-pound kitty gnawing at the open chest cavity of a tiny bunny.
Me: MOLLY!
Molly: [Looks up curiously, nose covered with blood, then goes back to her feast]
Me: Stop it! Stop gnawing! Stop -- no, not the head! (opens front door) DAD!
Scout: [Strides up to the scene, looking cluelessly curious]
Me: Aw, Scout. Too dumb to be much of a predator. We love you. Molly, why the bunny? Why, always, is it the bunny? Can't you kill some ugly mammal?
Dad: What's -- oh, Jesus Christ.
Me: I have to leave! Have fun!
Dad: Another bunny rabbit?! (To Molly, while shooing her away) Murderer! You vicious murderer!
Molly: [Stands her ground]
Scout: [Sits next to Dad on the front stoop to observe]
Me: [Hops into little blue car to race away, casting one final glance over her shoulder to see her father standing in his mis-matched pajamas in front of the front door, hollering "Killer!" while resorting to kicking at the air a few feet from Molly's head in an attempt to scare her off.]
And we wonder why we're not more popular with the neighbors.
Me: MOLLY!
Molly: [Looks up curiously, nose covered with blood, then goes back to her feast]
Me: Stop it! Stop gnawing! Stop -- no, not the head! (opens front door) DAD!
Scout: [Strides up to the scene, looking cluelessly curious]
Me: Aw, Scout. Too dumb to be much of a predator. We love you. Molly, why the bunny? Why, always, is it the bunny? Can't you kill some ugly mammal?
Dad: What's -- oh, Jesus Christ.
Me: I have to leave! Have fun!
Dad: Another bunny rabbit?! (To Molly, while shooing her away) Murderer! You vicious murderer!
Molly: [Stands her ground]
Scout: [Sits next to Dad on the front stoop to observe]
Me: [Hops into little blue car to race away, casting one final glance over her shoulder to see her father standing in his mis-matched pajamas in front of the front door, hollering "Killer!" while resorting to kicking at the air a few feet from Molly's head in an attempt to scare her off.]
And we wonder why we're not more popular with the neighbors.
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And I so know what you mean about the giggling revealing lack of productivity -- I was dying the other day when I found the Baptist Guide to Teen Slang online while I was supposed to be typing up EBT Notices. Nothing will out slacking like the giggles!