There are a couple of tiny kittens that have adopted my front porch as their new home. It seems they have entered their killing phase because yesterday I found a dead mouse on my sidewalk.
GD1 and I were walking and she said;
GD1: Hey Papa, look at the damn mouse.
Me: What?!
GD1: Right there, it's a damn mouse.
Me: What kind of mouse?
GD1: It's a damn mouse.
Me: Why are you calling it that?
GD1: Because it's not alive anymore.
Me: Wait, what?
It finally dawned on me that she was saying "dead mouse".
Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin
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ReplyDeleteI saw a "damn Mouse" today too. All I saw was a body with no head or front legs. Just a "damn Mouse."
ReplyDeleteA neighborhood cat "lives" on my front porch as well and recently made us a gift of a "damn" pigeon. This "damn" pigeon attracted 12 giant, flying roaches. 12!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the nice comment in my blog. How did you find me?
ReplyDeleteI was browsing profiles when I saw your's.
DeleteThanks for the comment on my blog
ReplyDeleteHave a nice day
Linda