Daughter has a cat who LOVES her. It would surprise you to know he most loves the girl who named HIM Barb, but he does.
Daughter has a lapful, with Baby Boy and Barb.
Just shortly after this picture was taken, Barb stepped away for a moment, and came back with a gift for Daughter.
A token of his undying love and affection.
He brought her, A MOUSE!
I am MOST upset! Not that he didn't bring it to me, the one who feeds him, brushes him, comforts him when feral cats spray our front door. NO.
I'm upset that one of those horrid creatures got into my house.
HOW DARE IT!
This is war.
Death to the mouse, LONG LIVE BARB! (barb has one eyetooth left, yet the mouse was doa.)
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Gosh, it's confusing when you call a cat Barb -- male or female. Had me thinking that your DIL was missing tooth. Well, I was confused. That's normal for me.
OHHHHHHHHHH! Not another one? I was hoping you had seen the last one for awhile...well, at least it was doa!
OHHHHHHHHHH! Not another one? I was hoping you had seen the last one for awhile...well, at least it was doa!
OHHHHHHHHHH! Not another one? I was hoping you had seen the last one for awhile...well, at least it was doa!
OHHHHHHHHHH! Not another one? I was hoping you had seen the last one for awhile...well, at least it was doa!
OHHHHHHHHHH! Not another one? I was hoping you had seen the last one for awhile...well, at least it was doa!
Oh no! It doesn't seem possible! Maybe it was an isolated incident? (She says hopefully . . .)
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