My house is destroyed..
My furniture is in tatters, My arms have been flayed, my hands are a bloody mess, and my dog is hiding in a hole she dug underneath the laundry room..
It was such an innocent sounding phone call:
Hey, ma! Guess what me 'n Joey found beneath the shop generator?
Joey and I
What? Oh. . .
mom. guess. what. JOEY. AND. I. found. .
Hi, Dan! *laughing* What did you find?
It's tiny and gray. It's all alone and starving
You called me about a mouse? Trust me, it's not alone.
No. Ma. Listen. We found a little kitten. Really little. REALLY little.
YOU FOUND A KITTEN? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME? WHY ARE YOU GOING ON ABOUT STUPID CRAP?? ISITOKHOWBIGISITAREIT'SEYESOPENDOESITHAVEFOODWHYAREN'TYOUNSWERINGME... I'm on my way
That was a couple weeks ago. The kitten has since quadrupled in size. Twice.
We call her Maxi. She just stole the steak off of my dinner plate.
It's gone and the kitty is the size of my rottweiler. Uh oh...
Maxi! Where's the dog??
I should have known there was something weird about this kitty when I first saw the curious green glow of her eyes...
I should have paid more attention to the torn sweatshirt she was sleeping in when we first found her.
The sweatshirt with the name 'Bruce Banner' stenciled across it
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