31
Dec
08

RIP

As I finished typing the last few words of the previous post, Picasso, my man-cat, brought home a lovely present. A squirrel half his size lay on the bathroom floor, lifeless. With my husband out of town, what’s a girl to do? Get that thing the hell out of the house, as fast as possible. I picked it up, tried not to look, and heaved that thing into the trash can as fast as possible. I was proud of myself. Yay, me. And RIP, you poor squirrel.

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1 Response to “RIP”


  1. December 31, 2008 at 10:24 pm

    all squirrels go to heaven ellen. especially the ones picasso kills.


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