Wild Kingdom Around Here

Did I grab your attention with my title? This post could be about anything. Wild Kingdom seems to fit so many things these days. But I am not going there.  Enough already.

I’m going traditional. This post is about animal behavior like the Marlin Perkins’ Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom for those of us of a certain age who remember that show. Oh MY boys!

Yes I called my dogs MY boys as if they’re my grandchildren because … well because they are my grandchildren. I’m a crazy dog lady. So 52. 😂. I’m going to overuse my code profanity till I’m blue in the face. Hmmm. I wonder where that expression came from? Blue in the face. Stop it! Get back on track Jilly.

B feeds the dogs every morning and I take the evening shift.  But yesterday I was late so B stepped in to quite a surprise. Gross!  Trust me you’ll think so too.  Stop reading now if you are adverse to nature taking its’ course and/or do not want to read about gross stuff.

Here I take a pause.  Danger Will Robinson or some such warning!

Okay for those of you still along for the ride the conversation went something like this:

B: Spot or maybe Spot with Buddy’s help killed a cat and ate its’ head.

Me: WTF.  They did not.

B: Jill yes they did.  I just buried the cat.

Me: WTF. You did not.

B: Well I took my shovel and scooped up kitty cat remains (most of the head was gone) and placed them in the dirt near the garden.

Me: You’re kidding me. Not where we grow the vegetables!

B: No, NEXT to it.  I had extra dirt.  Anyway, I went to feed them and they were acting strange.  Pacing and whinnying. I wondered what was wrong and then I saw the cat right by the gate.

Me (interrupting): Dogs don’t whinny, that’s horses.  See you’re MSU – making stuff up. They did not eat a cat’s head!

B: They did okay.  And maybe they do not whinny but they gave an ooooo hound dog howling on a very low decibel (yes he said decibel)

Me:  Was blood all over the snouts?  Never mind, I don’t want to know.  Ugh, this is so gross.

B: It’s not gross, it’s the circle of life.

I may or may not have a picture of the kitty cat grave in my phone.  Because I had to see it for myself.  Okay so more likely NOT because B stopped me before I could take a picture.  He told me taking a picture for my blog is what would be gross.  As usual he was correct.

As always, more to come.