Sunday, September 27, 2015

You know the old sayimg?

"I brought Mummy a Present this morning.  A real live burdy.  Then it flew away.  Someplace in the house.  We don't know where it went, and we haven't seen it all day. Oh well, them's the breaks..."

Mummy here, and Nope, that's not the "old saying" I'm thinking of...

But, he looks pretty proud, don't ya think?  











 And don't you look so nonchalant, Missy...
Yeah, you know what I'm talking about...

"Oh, Mummy,  I just don't give a rat's ass"

Yup, that's the old saying I was thinking about - seems the "MIGHTY HUNTERS" were out in force this a.m. 

I woke up to hearing George with that "gutteral Mreow" that generally means he's got some kind of a critter stuck between his lips.  I went running down the hall uttering words that would probably cost me a buck or two if we had a swearing jar.  George had something, "Oh, it's a bird."   I think it might have been a chick-a-dee, although it was awfully dark, and it flew away before I could catch it.  I don't know if The Shepherd caught it in his net, or if it is still languishing someplace in the nooks and crannys of the kitchen.

You know, there's something very comforting about sleeping with a cat sometimes - their purr is just at the right decibel to encourage healing -  sometimes they can hog the bed a little, but frankly, it was the "rat's ass" that really got me going this morning. 

Got up, took shower, got ready for church, spread up bedding - "Ick - what is that on my bed?"

OMG, it is a dead rodent - or rather HALF a dead rodent.  ICK, ICK, ICK!!!!!! 

The BACK HALF of a dead rodent, to be exact, (which my church choir partners seemed to think was hysterical - Hence coming up with the old saying "I don't give a rat's ass..." )  Luckily, there wasn't a lot of blood and gore, and after knocking half the stuff off of my bedside table trying to get to my box of Kleenex, ratty (or, what was left of him) was wrapped in a shroud of tissue and dispatched to the garbage can.  Of course, blankets & bedding had to be washed after we got back from church - like I didn't have anything else to do. 



Found this on Pinterest - thought it fit the situation... Ha ha -  Those kitties better watch it, I'll start shutting the bedroom door at night. 

Well, I'm off to write in my gratitude journal (like, "I'm grateful that rat was not alive!") and hit the sack. 

Have a great week!  

 

8 comments:

Michelle said...

You made me chuckle out loud!

Lilylou said...

Sorry, Tina, I'm guffawing madly. Sounds like the kind of thing the Maxi-cat would have done back in the day.

Sharrie said...

Ahhh, yes, the joys of having an indoor/outdoor cat. It is a compliment you know.....when they bring their prey in to you.

Katnip Lounge said...

LOL LOL LOL!!!!!

CC brought in a dove once, it is ASTOUNDING just how much crap one dove can emit, in fear.

Sharrie said...

I stop by every time you post, but I guess I should be better about leaving comments. I will work on that. Thanks for your comment on my blog.

schoonoverfarm said...

I love the pinterest photo and the gratitude journal! Glad it was not me with a rat's ass in my bed though :)

Leigh said...

Cats! We've had ours bring chipmunks, mice, birds, and baby bunnies into the house. Finally had to make the kitty door one way - out only. Our newest adoptee is a hunter extraordinaire, she's on the go 24/7.

BreAnna Bugbee said...

Your cat is adorable!