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[odycee]

I'm slightly traumatised at the moment. I saw Bean chasing something in the garden and by the time I got outside she'd got bored of whatever it was. When I went to investigate I found a tiny mouse on its back and it could only move its front legs because its back was broken. :( My mum picked it up with some paper towels but there was nothing we could do for it. I didn't want to leave it to die of shock and dehydration so I had to put it out of its misery because my mum and dad couldn't do it. I've never had to squish something with a shovel before and I hope I don't have to do it again. Horrid cats.

I think to cheer myself up I'll go and watch more old school Star Trek and see if I can spot any more giant dildos.

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[niennah.livejournal.com]

Oh no, that's so sad. I hate it when the best thing to do is kill them. It breaks my heart.

Once I wrested a shrew from our cat's jaws. Amazingly, the little thing was still alive and kicking, after facing a cat's throat head on. It was such a relief!

Good luck finding the dildos! Be sure to post them if you do. ;)

[odycee.livejournal.com]

I couldn't just leave it there, poor little thing. Usually when the cats catch something they either kill it or we rescue it and it's ok - they don't usually mangle it and then leave it. :(

I haven't found any more yet, but rest assured that if I do spot one, I'll be posting it. ;)

[odycee.livejournal.com]

It wasn't the most fun I've ever had, I must admit.

Kirk and his, er, stalagtite

Heh. I like that euphemism.

Perhaps someone did ask the question and the answer was 'yes'? Who knows! I refuse to believe that the 60s were an innocent time and that no one would recognise a giant cock staring them in the face.