In April, it was a mole. Since then, it’s been a dozen or so mice. Yesterday, it was a bird…which was somewhat alive. Today, it’s a bunny. A baby bunny. All of them have been deposited at – or on – my feet.

I realize this should be terribly flattering, touching, even. I recall reading somewhere that such tribute is all but a form of worship from my cat.

But how many times do I have to tell him, “Lobster. Lobster, dammit!”

Friday, September 22nd, 2006, 9:55 am   |   My Venomous Life  |  RSS feed Comments and pings are currently closed.