So, the two-leggers are always telling me to "get" things like the birds in the yard, but they are just too fast. I've found them dead and brought them to them, but noooooo those won't do.
Then on Tuesday, I managed to catch something. Alive. I carefully killed it so it would still be able to be used as a toy, and placed it with the girl child's other toys.
Mom came in and screamed hysterically. I thought she was that excited for me until she started stomping at me and yelling. Then I find it on the trash can. Nobody knows how many hours that took me.
I am seriously considering moving to someplace that appreciates me.
.JPG)
