As proposed a day and half later the killer cat Hunter had poor little Pickles in his jaws. We were saying goodbye to the girls friends who had spent the night when one of the girls shrieked...."The cats got the bird!" WHAT!!!!!!
I don't think I have yelled like that since the Boys 2 Men concert a few months ago. (That was for you Brent) My cat apparently is
deaf and didn't care that I was popping blood vessels trying to get his attention. He had a tasty treat that he wasn't letting go for a thousand blood curdling screams. He ran out of the living room where all children were present to see the bird in his mouth and back to my bedroom. I ran to get some water and closed the door
behind me so that my children wouldn't be traumatized. A bath,in a jug of water later,
and a good yank on his tail did the trick. He dropped
the bird out of the jaws of peril and left him panting for dear life.
After we all settled down I called Moses to come get the bird OUT OF THE HOUSE. The bird who is now at the church is doing fine and still looking for a home.
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I think Pickles should become the church mascot.
(Providing I don't have to clean his cage....)
Precious memories, how they linger . . .
Yeah, I thought that too Georgia.
T pluck-That memory was one I could've done without. I felt a big one coming on with that one.
It's a great story though... I agree with Georgia--Every church should have a mascot named Pickles who was rescued from the jaws of death!
Cute picture you found, by the way!
but then we'd have to smell Pickles... which is a bit of a problem. Not quite Lazarus on Day 4, but...
You need a designated cage-cleaner so that you won't smell him.
Not me!
Not it!
hee hee hee, you guys are funny. i think he has found a home. didn't take long once all the kids came in for a viewing.
Who took him?
i can imagine screaming at the boyz ii men concert, but i wasn't invited.
where are you guys? i haven't seen any posts lately.
it survived...amazing
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