The trouble with cats is, although they are perfectly warm and undeniably fuzzy, they are also born predators with a passion for eviscerating pretty much anything smaller than them that moves. So, when local blogger Edgy Mama (aka Anne Fitten Glenn) recently returned from a business trip to be met with the rigid corpse of a rather large rodent on the foot of her bed, there were really only a handful of suspects—her cats.
Evidently, this isn’t the first time her familial felines’ hunting has caused a bit of a stir around EM’s house, either. Here’s an excerpt:
“I was bringing the kids home from school and we all three walked in the door and saw the snake at about the same time. After prodding it a couple times, I ascertained that it was dead, or at least deeply in shock. I learned that I was wrong, however, when I picked it up and it spazzed out and wrapped itself around my arm. Which caused me to spaz out and throw it on the floor where it quickly slithered under a chest of drawers while the kids shrieked. It was like a fricking horror movie.”
And, if memoirs about things her cats have killed aren’t enough to sate your hunger for local blogs, read on to learn about Webkinz, “Thinking Bloggers,” and why all of her readers are nerds.
My cats kill stuff, also. I have no joke to tell here, I just wanted to share that.
And you can scroll down to last week’s posts and read about the recent Peticide in our home: my son’s favorite cat murdered his fish. Talk about confusion.
Thanks, Steve, for making my silly stories seem so, well, interesting.