So this mornin', I was sittin' at my desk, wonderin' what I should blog about today. Should I blog about those two long-haired marmie freak brothers of mine? Should I blog about my two butter-wouldn't-melt-in-their-mouths, meddlin' sisters? Or should I blog about my weird and not-so-wonderful peeps?HMMM...
Well I thought about it.
Then I thought about it some more.
I thought, and I thought, and I thought.
And then, WITH A GREAT FLASH OF LIGHT, it came to me.
Okay, so there were no actual flashes of light.
MOUSES!
BUT, at that very moment, I did happen to look up from my desk. And there, struttin' down the driveway like he owned the joint, was...
A crow.
Could you believe it?
That's what I said: A CROW! And he was walkin' instead of flyin', too.
Actually, he was struttin'. Like I said, he was struttin' around like he owned the joint. He must have thought he was the cock of the walk, for sure.
MOUSES!
You ever notice that when crows walk, or strut, or whatever it is that they do, they're not the most graceful of birds? They're not the most graceful of beings, at all. They kinda bob their heads backwards and forwards, and up and down, like they're peckin' at invisible seed in the air.
It's kinda weird, actually.
MOUSES!
Nope, they have no grace, AT ALL, while walkin'.Unlike us cats.
CRASH!!!
Okay, so unlike most of us cats, I should say.
WHAT DID YOU BREAK THIS TIME, ANDY?
Seriously, my friends, I don't even know why I even bother askin', anymore. I've lost track of the number of things Andy has run in...
CRASH!!!
And there he goes again.
MOUSES!
But like I was sayin' before, crows don't walk with the grace of us cats.
Yeah. Right. That's what I was sayin' before Andy went and proved me wrong, AGAIN.
Of course, it's not entirely his fault. His paws ARE the size of snowshoes. Snowshoes belongin' to a Sasquatch, that is.
MOUSES!
I'm tellin' ya, that brother of mine has the grace of a... A... A...
HMMM...
Never mind.
MOUSES!
Rushy is much more graceful when he walks.
Of course, that's not sayin' much. It's not like the bar was set all that high with Andy.
CRASH!!!
If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was doin' it on purpose.
And the peep wonders why we go through so many dishes.
MOUSES!
Of course, if the peep were smart, she wouldn't keep buyin' the kind of plates we can break.CRASH!!!
On second thought, that up and down, backwards and forwards head bobbin' crow, struttin' down my driveway like he owned the joint this mornin', is soundin'' more and more graceful by the minute.
CRASH!!!
Oh for the love of mouses, what WILL he break next?
