Early this afternoon, I heard my mother freaking out in her room. At first, I thought Graysie was dead. I went running into my mother's room. Graysie was fine. However, another creature wasn't so lucky. Somehow, a lizard made its way into my mother's bedroom. Some cat, probably Graysie, killed it. We believe Graysie thought of it as a toy and took it onto my mother's bed to play with. 
My mother was not amused with a lizard in her bed.
Posted by Shawn at February 15, 2004 6:56 PM in General.
LMAO!! Our cats used to bring mice in. We had this big fluffy cat and she had a mouse one time. All we could hear was squeaking and couldn't figure out what it was... Here she had this little mouse in her mouth, still alive, but we couldn't see it cause of all the fur! LOL We used to call it "giving gifts".
Posted by: Dragon at February 16, 2004 12:45 AMJus remember, they mean well when bring you their kill. Graysie really loves my mother.
Posted by: Shawn at February 16, 2004 7:24 AMMy mom's cat never brought her anything, she just ate it right out. She did leave behind a butt and tail of a mouse, though. I wonder what that means? 
For the cat not bringing it to your mother, it was darn tasty. 
As for leaving the behind, it's probably isn't as tasty as the cat's behind. In psychology class, my theories couldn't light a candle. However, I doubt half the stuff I'm being taught in that class.
I'm like you. I remember when we were analyzing the story "Metamorphisis" by Kafka and the teacher asked if he was really a bug or just imagining it...he was hanging upside down from the ceiling, what do you think? I wanted to say.
Posted by: Chewie at February 16, 2004 11:41 AMEverything has 5,000 meaning in college! Don't you know that. 
