*not pictured: bat, cardinal, blue jay, voles, mice, every baby robin in the vacinity
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3.14.2008
Wave of Mutilation
This a small sampling of the carnage that awaits me almost daily when the weather turns nice, it happens so often that I stopped taking pictures unless it was an exceptional specimen. My cat is a bloody killer. His name is Baby, terrorist of 14th street.
*not pictured: bat, cardinal, blue jay, voles, mice, every baby robin in the vacinity
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*not pictured: bat, cardinal, blue jay, voles, mice, every baby robin in the vacinity
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ooh I wish he'd come kill my woodpecker! I dated a guy once and got creeped out by all the dead animals in his yard. He and his brother were into some hardcore death metal and I was convince he was some sort of animal killer. It wasn't until I got my own cat did I understand, getting to the point that the neighborhood moms would do a "sweep" of the yard before they would let their kids play in my yard (my cat doesn't always do delivery, and sometimes it's the neighbor's door - poor Heather). Ollie turned 13 last month and I think his killing days are done.
conspiracy to commit murder carries almost the same legal poundage as the act of murder ITSELF, parakeet killah. it can never tweet tweet again.
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