Friday, July 15, 2011

Baby Gifts

In preparation for the baby, James (the cat) has started bringing in presents. Live presents. Live presents he lets run free in the middle of the living room while we're trying to watch tv. It's almost as if he's like, "Hey guys. I was going to kill this teeny tiny mouse, but then I though maybe you wanted to kill it? I mean, it's just my way of saying thanks for rescuing me and giving me a home. Here. Please. He's under the couch. Just tear in after him. I love you."

And then he drinks my water.

I cannot tell you how many times a day I have to get a new water glass. He has his own water bowl but refuses to drink out of anything that's not the toilet, or my water glass. He has standards people.

So, for the past two nights, we've had to save a mouse's life. This takes about an hour, a complicated structure of a makeshift wall of dvds, a bucket, and lots of screaming (from me).

They both survived, thank goodness, but if James keeps this up we're going to have to saran wrap our entire house every night like Dexter, so we can wrap it up in the morning and get rid of the crime scene, while simultaneously protecting the baby from Mouse AIDS.

I love gifts as much as the next person, but these might be a tad overboard James. Just a tad.

1 comment:

  1. I wonder: If you set a glass down in place of his water bowl, would James drink out of that? Or does it have to be on a desk or table? I'm sure the dead mouse thing is horrifying, but he's still the cutest cat ever.

    And I'm stupidly excited for adorable photos of a sleeping cat next to a sleeping baby . . . (Not immediately, though. I mean, I don't want you to, like, throw James into the bassinet on the baby's 2nd day home just for a photo op.)