My son's dear darling kitty came into the living room meowing. Meowing in itself is not unusual for this cat. It is ALWAYS meowing for something. Damn whiner. But this was that meow. The one where you know she has a critter in her mouth.
She stops about a yard from me and proudly drops a frog. Um, good kitty? The frog was little, not more than 3 inches including stretched out legs. He resembled a small version of the frog you disected in 9th grade biology. Including being on his back all spread eagle, except he did not smell of chemicals - thankfully.
Hubby was of course at work. So I found a couple paper napkins and dropped them on the little green guy. I squatted down to pick it up and that's when it happened... the little fucker MOVED! I squealed "FUCKITSALIVE!" (yes it came out as one word) as my two youngest looked on.
Now I was faced with the dilemma of how to rid my house of this near death kermit while not touching it. I finally decided on using the above mentioned napkins and a plastic lid to a food container. I mangaged to get kermit on the lid and ran him outside to very unceremoniously drop him, the lid and the napkins in the strawberry patch. And there the lid remains. My brother-in-law attempted to reason with me that I could just wash the lid. Does he really not know how I work? If I know it has been used on dead or near dead animals it is now useless to me and it will find it's way to the garbage.
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