1 year ago
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Maggie has earned my grudging respect.
Two days ago Momcat noticed Maggie in the backyard with something in her mouth that didn't look quite familiar. It wasn't her tennis ball or a Konga toy. It wasn't a branch from the honeysuckle bush which she's intent upon destroying. It looked like a clump of mud from a distance.
When Maggie realized Momcat was watching, she came running to the patio door and dropped a dead rodent for Momcat to see.
"EWWWW!" cried Momcat. "Philip, if you go to the patio to clean up a dead shrew, I'll get Maggie in through the basement door."
When Momcat called Maggie in through the basement door, Maggie had the shrew in her mouth again, which she happily dropped at Momcat's feet. Once Momcat got over saying "Yuck!" about a million times she praised Maggie in a huge way. It was sickening. Not the dead animal. The way Momcat fussed over the stupid DAWG.
I was hoping that she'd give my siblings and me the corpse to play with, even though it's a lot more fun to play with something still living. But no, the manchild threw it away.
So I got nothing. Maggie got praised, a treat and a thorough teeth-brushing. The shrew got dead.
Deprived of shrew stew,