wednesday,
quick story before i go take a shower and go to bed.
so this morning i'm coming downstairs sans glasses as usual.. i get to the kitchen and see a cat toy on the floor... but upon further inspection its a dead mouse. (YIKES) anyhow its not so much that i'm shocked at the dead mouse but its my cats total nonchalance about it... they were just walking past it not looking as i stood over it demanding "who did this? is this funny?" but they all acted like they had no clue.. like maybe it came out and just had a heart attack in the middle of the floor while theirs asses were nestled sweetly in the sleepy teepee upstairs at one point layla actually walked over to it and looked at it like "what in the helll.........." they're all delicate angels in the light of morning but why do i imagine my kitchen that night was like a friggin gladiator arena? devilish children. i do feel bad for the mouse though.. he had no idea he happened into the heart of the lions den. (i will say nova is the main culprit.. she caught a mouse once before but i was awake then and she was easily distracted by my offering her a pretzel).
so that was that.
today was what it was and now its over.
later all,
go get you some cake.
me