We are thankful for our little protector. Seventeen pounds of pure evil wrapped up in a cute orange package. That nasty fledgling robin that intruded on our property had no chance.
We found him in the backyard tormenting the thing, probably because it squeaked. It was too late to save it by the time we discovered them, but we made him stop carrying it around and made it as comfortable as we could. I must admit, there were a few tears. Listening to Mom and Dad calling for their baby and knowing nothing was going to help was more than a little heartbreaking.
While Zach buried the poor thing, I decided to continue the killing spree and destroy some of the ants that have been plaguing our pathway. Off in the yard, they're fine, but don't intrude on things for humans!
Then it dawned on me... Now every one of us is a killer. Except Charlie. Misty is a fine huntress, when we let her out at least. And Zach and I have destroyed more than a few pests in our time. I think Charlie's the only innocent among us. Poor thing doesn't know what a group of viscous murderers he has for company.
So anyway, Monty is no longer allowed outside without a chaperone, who grunts and groans and moans as he hefts his pure, clean self off the sofa into the heat, and we know that a kitten in the future is most probably not the best idea. We weren't thinking about it, but if ever we decide we want one...
I leave you with a Loony Tune. You can watch the whole thing, or you can skip to the last fifteen seconds to see our reaction to Monty when we first discovered his evil deed.
God bless and see you soon,
Joelle
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