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.
