Presents

I love presents.

HB left town this weekend and brought me back a present. A couple of weeks ago - same thing.

They're not big presents, a t-shirt or a candle holder that I had admired in a magazine.

But now my animal kingdom is leaving me presents. Not just a pile of doo. Those little presents are not wanted but regretfully a necessity.

They are bringing me dead animals.

Mooch always leaves a dead lizard around and she has also brought me the lovely remains of a rat. Right by the back door. An offering to the Goddess that feeds her (me).

Very sweet. Thanks for keeping up on that stuff girlie.

"HB....I got something for you to throw away!!!" I bellow from the back door.

Yesterday though was the worst present.

A mauled iguana. Thiiiiissss biiigggg! Dangling from her hairy lips. It had been dead a day or two already. I don't know if it dies of natural causes or from my ferocious hunter of prey.

She dropped it when I walked out and ran to her feeding perch.

Spike found it. Grabbed it and flipped it in the air a few times.

"Eww.Eww.Eww.Ewwwwwwww" I am dancing around the yard like there are hot coals under my feet.

"SPIKKKKKEEEE - Stop - drop it!"

He now thinks its a game and grabs it and runs.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooo!!!! It's caca!" Like he would instantly drop it. (He eats cat shit!)

Moochie then comes down and saves the day. Spike is in love, so prances over to his feline lover.

I take the cat food container and place it over the deceased....reptile.

I grab the water bowl and fill it up.

I have to get them to wash their mouths out.

They oblige happily.

HB comes home a little later and notices the container in the yard.

"What's that doing out there?" he says.

"I got a little present for you!"