October 23rd 2008 10:41 pm
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Well, as my brother Monster D may have told you. I cought myself a mouse a little while ago. I ran after him and grabbed him in my mouth then I played wif him and grabbed him in my mouth some more. Mom told me to drop him but I wouldn't. What did she think she was gonna do wif him. Anyway, the last time I dropped him he got away. Dem mousies are slippery little suckers. Mom thinks he ran under the recliner to die. I has been waitin by the recliner for about a 1/2 hour now and he hasn't comed out so mom may be right. Mom says I got mouse breath now and she is ascared to go to sleep for fear I might find him again and bring him into bed with her. She should be more worried about my brother Clyde. What a weenie! He just laid there and watched me wif the mouse and didn't try to help or nuttin. what kind of normal red blooded kitty don't like huntin a mouse? I am suppose to be the sick one. Now I am still huntin and weenie butt is sleepin on the bed in the other room. Mom is a nervous wreck now and can't sleep. She says she will have to lock me in the bedroom tomorrow so she can move the recliner and get rid of the mouse. She said I probably gab him a heart attack. She even called the vet to see if I should get an antibiotic since he was icky dirty and I am goin through chemo. The girl said she didn't think so but mom will call the oncology dept tomorrow just to be sure. She is such a worry wort.