Proud Killer.
Posted on Wednesday, September 03, 2008
I was awoken at 5:30 this morning to the sounds of happy playing. I assumed that Spring had gotten her paws on an Obama bracelet again ... so I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. But after minutes of bouncing, loud purring, and darting around in the dark, I decided to investigate. Leaning my head over the edge of the bed, I peered into the darkness of my room. On the floor I could make out a small dark mass, which I assumed was one of her many toys that had suddenly became incredibly fun to play with at 5:30 in the morning. As I reached for it, I suddenly had a second thought. I grabbed a flashlight from the side table ... and well, you can see what I found.
A few minutes later (after some petting, a quick photo shoot, some crunchy Friskies treats and a lot of Lysol) this poor creature found its way to an outdoor garbage bag. As I paused on the sidewalk and squinted at the new sun rising over Flemington, I came to the realization that the my darling little girl is actually a cold-hearted murderess. I guess it's a good thing that she's on my side ... at least most of the time.Labels: me, spring
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