Silly Saturday is going to be dedicated to my pets. Since my son, S, was born three years ago my pets were my babies. Now they have taken a back burner in life. I will discuss all of the funny, gross, weird, etc. things that have happened in the last week with the pets. Right now I only have three pets, 2 dogs, PJ and Derby and one fat cat, Neezer.
Derby/Neezer-You both go together since you tagged teamed me this week. Thank you, Neezer for bringing a vole into the house Thursday morning at 6am ALIVE. S woke me up at 5:30 am because he had to go potty and then wanted to climb in bed with me (so I know it was not in the bathroom at that point). Since B was already at work it was no big deal. Of course, I could not get back to sleep and then Derby started barking like crazy. When she stays in the house and starts growling you can usually guess something is up. The usual is Neezer brought something into the house alive and Derby has it cornered. I grabbed my slippers and was looking for something in my bedroom to keep whatever it was away from me. I found a duster with a long handle (for once, thank you S for not picking up after yourself). The noise coming from the hallway bathroom was crazy; I thought for sure it a bird or maybe even a squirrel with the loud cackling. After moving Derby and screaming myself there was vole in the corner by the tub alive. Neezer is sitting there licking his paws, like yup check out what I got for you. I closed the door and tried to figure out what I was going to do. I looked outside to see what neighbors were home and/or awake. I saw my neighbor getting her paper and knew if she was up her husband would be too. So with the bathroom door closed locking in the cat, dog, and vole, I ran over and asked my neighbor if he would come over and get the vole. Of course, he came over to rescue me and when he opened the bathroom door it was a blood massacre in there. Derby had killed the vole while I was gone. My neighbor took the dead vole outside, but Derby never saw him pick it up so she scoured the house for the next hour and half looking for the vole in every nook and cranny. She finally gave up and came to bed. I never fell back asleep until five minutes before my alarm went off. I love Derby because that is what Yorkie’s were breed for, but hate that it had to happen at all. Neezer I love that you hunt, but make the kill. I know you always bring your kill in the house, just make sure it is dead first.
Neezer’s kills to date that were brought in the house alive:
First house-2 cicadas
My Mom’s house (in between house moves)-Butterfly moth
Current house-1cicada, 2 voles, and 1 shrew
This does not include what has been brought in dead. I could never keep track of that, but nothing bigger than a mouse/shrew/vole.
PJ-Through this whole ordeal I thought you would be my sidekick and help me out. Boy did you disappoint. I found you hidden in the corner of my bedroom shaking. You are the biggest animal in the house and act like you are a 2 lb. dog. You and Derby were born in the wrong bodies.
Please tell me have any of your pet’s brought in live animals?