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stoney321To defriend me, that is.
My cat is on the prowl again, which means today I found THREE dead bunnies in the backyard.
I wanted to take the kids' Easter baskets I bought today and put them next to a carcass, candies and plastic eggs scattered about.
I won't, but I thought about it. For an hour.
My cat is on the prowl again, which means today I found THREE dead bunnies in the backyard.
I wanted to take the kids' Easter baskets I bought today and put them next to a carcass, candies and plastic eggs scattered about.
I won't, but I thought about it. For an hour.
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Date: 2005-03-20 05:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-20 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-03-20 06:08 pm (UTC)I laughed so hard I choked.
If I ever become a mama, I'm going to be just like you, Stoney :D.
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Date: 2005-03-20 06:14 pm (UTC)Can I
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Date: 2005-03-20 06:24 pm (UTC)Elvyra lives on because she thins the bunny population. When they built the apartments across the road they drove out the Great Horned Owl, and the red tails won't hunt close to the house. The coyotes prefer pet food, which clueless suburbanites think is ooky and so keep on their porches... I've lost young magnolias, and middle aged roses, to the stupid rabbits, and think a cat is quite the thing.
Of course, Moose was the perfect rabbit and gopher cat, because he had no interest in birds. His daddy was a huge blue-point part manx stray that I called The Rabbit God; both of them could take down full sizes adult rabbits.
Julia, miss my Moosecat
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Date: 2005-03-20 06:36 pm (UTC)::snort:: You wouldn't? No, you would. Look like they OD'd on Easter? Sometimes I wonder about you, lady. That's probably why we all like you so much.
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Date: 2005-03-20 07:10 pm (UTC)*hangs head in shame*
*giggles while I'm there*
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Date: 2005-03-20 07:11 pm (UTC)That's cuz yer baddirtywrong too, and I LOVE it!
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Date: 2005-03-20 07:12 pm (UTC)And my kids would cry. Hmmm. PERHAPS I WILL.
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Date: 2005-03-20 07:12 pm (UTC)Ha! I'm HORRIBLE.
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Date: 2005-03-20 07:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-20 07:14 pm (UTC)*braces self for anmal lovers to be sickened*
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Date: 2005-03-20 07:16 pm (UTC)What makes it ESPECIALLY CRUEL (and therefore, funnier in my sick brain) is that we started Peter Cotontail as a bedtime story for the 3 year old.
And I love me a good cat with strong instincts and the ability to follow through.
*admires my crop of borage, spinach and lettuce - untouched by the grace of my cat*
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Date: 2005-03-20 07:19 pm (UTC)Um, the idea was to create a horrible tableau of Easter Bunny on his way with the kids' baskets, but our cat killed him. Kind of a "Santa was hit by a bus, so Christmas is cancelled" type joke.
I am broken inside. Don't look at me!! I'm hideous!!
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Date: 2005-03-20 07:23 pm (UTC)When I was a little girl, growing up on the farm, it was my city girl raised mother who made fun of our farm raised father for getting too attached to the animals. We had cattle, sheep, pigs, chickens, ducks, geese, rabbits, turkeys, peacock; just about everything.
One night we were eating supper and everyone was talking about how good the meat was. My brother said, "It taste so good, but it's not chicken is it?" My father looked down at the plate and said, "Oh my god, Paula, I can't believe you. It's almost Easter!" He dumped his plate in the trash and stormed out of the house.
Yep, she cooked two of our rabbits. In her defense, they weren't pets, and were raised to be shown, sold, or slaughtered, but my dad thought they should have gotten a reprieve for Easter.
He won't eat mutton to this day because our sheep were too cute, and he couldn't stand the idea of killing them. He stopped raising them and rabbits for show, profit, or slaughter for that very reason. He was an odd farmboy, that's for sure.
Actually, he wouldn't allow any animal we'd raise to be eaten by our family. If he knew about it. I'm sure my mother sneaked in a chicken or two.
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Date: 2005-03-20 07:23 pm (UTC)*runs away, giggling hysterically, to nominate
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Date: 2005-03-20 07:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-20 07:30 pm (UTC)*cries, steals your purse while you get me a tissue*
My middle kid would laugh, the others would never speak to me again.
Hmmmmmm...
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Date: 2005-03-20 07:32 pm (UTC)(Um, you get that I was going to dress the carcass up like it WAS the Easter Bunny and our cat killed it? Is that too horrible for a normal person such as yourself? I'M HORRIBLE!!!)
Oh, and PEACOCK?? My dream is to have a farm with horses and peacocks. One day...
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Date: 2005-03-20 07:36 pm (UTC)*lies*
*cackles gleefully at your brain*
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Date: 2005-03-20 07:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-20 07:41 pm (UTC)like
so hard.
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Date: 2005-03-20 07:50 pm (UTC)A columnist in our local paper once said that whenever his dad had to choose between right and wrong - he'd go for whatever was funniest. That is you all over. ::loves::
Plus, you got meta-quoted! You're famous!
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Date: 2005-03-20 08:03 pm (UTC)*oogles the hilarity*