I often feed her pecan pieces. Today she showed up on the balcony rail with ISTG a steak bone, and she is just sitting there, staring at me, and gnawing on it.
Awwwwww she was trying to bring you a treat...
But she eated it.
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I often feed her pecan pieces. Today she showed up on the balcony rail with ISTG a steak bone, and she is just sitting there, staring at me, and gnawing on it.
Awwwwww she was trying to bring you a treat...
But she eated it.
I often feed her pecan pieces. Today she showed up on the balcony rail with ISTG a steak bone, and she is just sitting there, staring at me, and gnawing on it.
It was a leg bone. She's just letting you know what will happen to you if you stop bringing her pecans, like that guy did.
ION, the inside of Trudy's head is demonstrably nicer than the inside of my head.
That is a pretty string squirrel if it was a human leg bone.
Had a fun afternoon sailing in the harbour. I was at the tiller most of the afternoon, which is terrifying since I haven't been a sailboat since I was a kid. I don't know how we'll all explain our sunburns at the office tomorrow.
I had a cat when I was much younger and thus shorter who hauled a coyote leg up to the roof of our house (there were rocks to get there). Now, I am fairly certain he didn't bring down a coyote, but still scavenging a coyote leg seemed pretty hardcore for a domestic cat.
Is that true in other jurisdictions?
Pizza boxes go in composting here, along with milk cartons and the like.
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Timelies all!
It should not be in the low 60s and overcast in early October. Not helping my mood any, either.
My cat brought home a bunny head once. Actually, she brought home the SAME bunny head, twice-- the first time I shrieked and flung it off the balcony, and she went and retrieved it the next morning.
Then she brought home a live baby bunny. Which she proceeded to release in my bedroom. That was cuter, but still not so fun.
Yikes. Another reason to be glad I have an indoor cat. And the one time we saw a mouse, he didn't work that hard at killing it, which was kind of good news/bad news.