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machine_dove at 11:21am on 02/01/2006
machine_dove at 11:21am on 02/01/2006Last night, something good happened. It's not the sort of thing that most people would think of as good, I think, but I'm strange like that. Last night, on his way to bed, Erik stepped on a dead mouse. A freshly killed Damn Rat Bastard.
They've been out of control for the last few weeks - I haven't seen any evidence that they've been getting into the pantry or dogfood again, but they've been scratching in the walls, chewing loudly on things, and generally driving me insane. The phrase "quiet as a mouse" can be accurately applied to a three-year-old with a new drum set.
So the Hellkitten is finally earning her keep, yay. ^_^ As long as it's Erik who steps on the dead mice, and not me. But she still can't seem to figure out kitty treats.
They've been out of control for the last few weeks - I haven't seen any evidence that they've been getting into the pantry or dogfood again, but they've been scratching in the walls, chewing loudly on things, and generally driving me insane. The phrase "quiet as a mouse" can be accurately applied to a three-year-old with a new drum set.
So the Hellkitten is finally earning her keep, yay. ^_^ As long as it's Erik who steps on the dead mice, and not me. But she still can't seem to figure out kitty treats.
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