Friday, May 7, 2010

She put a dead mouse in my pants.

See, I'm guessing most people don't have these problems. Shake out your boots, sure: That's just common sense. There's no telling what stinging creepy-crawlies might find their way into your boots overnight. But your pants? That's just wrong.

Note to self: Make sure Click's kibble bowl is filled before retiring for the evening. She apparently considers this non-negotiable, and her arguments are...compelling.

2 comments:

PintofStout said...

She apparently made you something like an offer you couldn't refuse. It's better than having a mouse running around, though.

suek said...

Hey! She was leaving you a gift...! You're supposed to _appreciate_ it! You know...like you were her kitten...!