Last week Yao the stray cat, brought me a small field mouse.
Last night he brought me a small field mouse.
What I didn’t know until I was going the shed in my backyard was he also bought me a bird, a large bird, a pheasant I think, it was the size of a chicken.
He did not eat it.
My mom complained saying he was a stupid cat who didn’t know how to eat his own kills.
I said, if I was homeless, I would be a very well fed homeless person, because I have the bet hunting cat in the world. Because last year it killed a large bird too, maybe a pigeon or a morning dove, but it was eaten.
…but then I thought it might not be a good thing that Yao is bringing me home such large kills-especially since I have no inclination of actually eating them (Half wish I did, it was a beautiful and tasty looking bird), that I might get into trouble if went after someone’s backyard chickens. So now I’m trying to figure out how to get this cat not to bring me home such large kills.
Jennifer Lawrence was hungry on the Red Carpet, so Jeannie gave her some Pop Rocks to hold her over until pizza time.
You can see the exact moment where her polite ‘Thank you’ switched into the pure childlike excitement of ‘HOLY SHIT POP ROCKS YEAH’
-rips it out of her hand- POP ROCKS!?
I’m glad Lent is back.
Because it means my favorite fish sandwiches are back at the fast food chains.
If you haven’t guessed, I’m not Christian….or Catholic….I don’t remember which one practices it. I’m sorry. But in any case I’m not either, but I’m glad the fish sandwiches are back. Gives me more reason to go eat fast food.
…………because I never go, but always want to.
I suppose its the complete opposite of what some are trying to do…hm…but the meat thing is only on Friday, right?
One would think after living with someone who practiced Lent for 3 years I would remember, but I don’t. I forget every year and get scared and double take when I see people with ashes on their foreheads.
=A=;;; I think I should be quiet now.
But still eat potato chips.
Or like “Everything candy”, but then proceed to gobble up Friendly’s fribble (Whatever that is, they say its a milkshake slash icecream),
Or give up chocolate, but then they turn into a caramel monster.
Or give up on tanktops, but then they wear nothing but sweatshirts.
And its interesting to see the painful desire or the stringent loopholes they find to satisfy the things they supposedly let go. You don’t get the same reactions for New Year resolutions.
I always find things strange when people start the “Will not do’s” rather than “I will do’s”. But then again the “I will do’s” can be strange too if they are too vague or overly ambitious. Like “I will exercise more this year!” vs “I will walk around the block at least once a week.” Or “I will loose 30 pounds by May!” vs “no more take out unless special occasion, more fruit snacks”.
Where was I going with this?
….I’m not sure anymore. I suppose that’s strange too.
To be Honest.
Is not the same as being Truthful.
What do you think of that?