Today Kimo brought us a Gift of Love, as kitties are wont to do. Naturally, it was alive and slithering. So I caught it, put it outside, and stopped to pet him and tell him thank you.
Then walked into the living room to see my three he-men protector-dudes piled in the big chair, six eyes wide as saucers.
"Is the snake gone?" quivers Cub.
"Mamamamama?" from Whiskey.
"Well?" chimes in the Hub, pulling his feet up off the floor nervously.
"I took care of it," I say nonchalantly.
I. Am. So. Tuff.
In the interest of Full Disclosure I must confess that had it been a cockroach it would have been me clinging to the headrest of the recliner.
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