My cats have done it again.
The little shts.
I woke up to a bizillion little feathers covering my living room floor. No bird in site. I looked under the couch, behind it, behind the cat tree, in the backyard...I figured it must have made a nice meal between the two of them.
That was the day before YESTERDAY.
Now, today. I head to the laundry room to throw a load in, and as soon as I open the door this smell hits me. I gag, Slam the door shut, then ask my hubby to come sniff the room because I've been known to have really weird smell reactions. "Dirty socks, yep. That's all."
K, in that case, my kiddo's feet are toxic and he needs the ER right away! But okay, so they say it's dirty socks...fine...I go put a load on the wash and the cats dart into the room with me. They play while I sort the clothes, as usual. But then they wont leave.
I finally coax them out so I can shut the door (it's really loud otherwise). I go back when the wash is done, the door is ajar, and when I push it open the cats dart out! There....on the floor....dead bird. :sick:
Ofcourse I go all girly and yell for the hubby to come collect the carcass, and I said, so...my kids feet smell like death huh? That's not good news!![]()
Gah! Cats!!!!!! No more dead animals in the house!!!!



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