This evening, I let Rosie, our beagle, outside into the yard to do her business. I left the door ajar so that she could come back in. Three or four minutes later, I heard Rosie coming up the stairs. She headed straight into where Mrs. B was sitting and dropped a marvelous find in her lap — a big, fat, partially frozen Norway rat. The blood-curdling scream was deafening.
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Aww, sweet Rosie …she loves her Momma! However, I take it by the scream the gift was not well received LOLOL.
Poor Mrs. B
The crazy things our furbabies do for us. They are sharing their prize kills and we are repulsed.
I think I told the story of a cat I had many moons ago… Smokey.
His victim of choice was Chipmunks. He wouldn’t just kill them … he would remove their eyes and gather them up for me. Like a small bowl of blueberries. I’ve never been able to look a little blueberries the same.
Still gives me chills
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I think Smokey might have been a psychopath.
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LOL … I think so too
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