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Thursday, June 9, 2011

Wake-up Call, er, Scurry.

The great white hunter has struck again.
The mirror in the bath still thick with fog and damp towels hung to dry.  Bare feet on carpet with nothing else but a birthday suit.  And company, oh the company, trotting in proud as punch, followed by the second and third manner of beasts (eager to participate in the excitement), with a squealing, wriggling, slightly damaged gopher.  

And I'm here to say:
Stark Naked + Gopher Running through the Bedroom - One Husband = A stream of language that would make your grandma blush.
I'm a proud kitty mamma, but next time, Sing-sing, make sure he's dead, ok?


The Noisy Plume: said...

Uh oh....looks like you need a visit from Far Far Binks...

UmberDove said...


Sing has been busy, but Mr. Far Far had that nest up in 20 minutes flat. Bring him.

MrsLittleJeans said...

ha ha....he is a proud kitty and you an even more proud kitty mom...we only got a live baby squirrel once and thankfully not in the bedroom...I think this means that you are very breakfast for you xo

UmberDove said...

Gopher-scramble? Hmm...

Ann from Montana said...

Good luck with the request to make sure they are dead. The house rule in my house is that the booty must be dead before being gifted.

I'm sorry to say that it is a rule frequently broken. "Ptuii, here's a nice vole for you!"

Anyway, good luck :)!

UmberDove said...

HA! I keep telling him that, but he keeps delivering the good fresh. REAL fresh.

she said...

as a lesser woman, i don't think i would've even had the wherewithall for bad words. in fact, i'm quite sure my aortic valve would have simply stopped mid-swing and rendered me lifeless.

on a humorous note, what is it about relatively thin layers of woven material that would've made this whole thing even a little less frightening?? though i kinda forgot that you're umber, which means you would've been wearing about 17 layers of woven material in various hues...and we all know that colors are a shield, baby.

Nichole @ Parlour said...

Cracking me up! What a lovely gift for you.

I heard that when they do that, they see you as their baby, and they need to teach you how to hunt. That's how they start their kittens out...with live (although debilitated) prey. Weird. But, full of love.

UmberDove said...

She: True, true enough. WHY I S THAT? I can handle anything as long as my bum is covered up.

Nichole: Oh how funny!!! Maybe HE'S the proud mamma bear. After all, I did have to "take care of it" after he left it for me.

pencilfox said...

we once had a live mouse dropped onto our feet as we slept. otie thought he was gifting us: we thought otherwise.
aren't animals WONDERFUL??!