We hope everyone had a fun and safe weekend. Just as suspected, our Apple Blossom 2011 didn't go off without a hitch. The girl won some fish. By some, I probably mean 32. One is happily living back in the old 'hood with dear friends (and is hopefully still kicking even though the man of the house informed the youngsters that the likelyhood of the finned friends living through the weekend was slim). A few have gone home with our dear friend E.M. (ya gotta say her name like that E. M. - that's how the Brom-Koop's differentiate between she and Maddie who is often just "M".)
That leaves the rest of them.
After Mr. Linda's sneak attack on one of our Kardashian fish (we're still unsure which one escaped his paws), he did indeed knock down Frenchy the hamster's cage. After a few days of squirt bottle tactics and a bunch of cussing and "NOOOOOOOOO SIRRRRRRR's", things seemed to calm down. The still surviving swimming Kardashian had been relocated to the tippy top of the armoire, Frenchy had a new pad (with a 'sky wheel' at that) and things were pretty cool here in animal planet.
That is, until the other morning. Around 6am, we hear a loud crash. Knowing what had happened, we jetted down the stairs - semi silently hoping not to wake M 'in case' things turned tragic. There was Frenchy's new home and sky wheel skattered across the floor and the little rodent running for her life. Mr. Linda not knowing whether to run FROM us or run FOR her, the woman of the house (yes, ya'll. me. Maddie gets the title AFTER 9am - before then, it's MINE) scooped up the ball of hair and wrangled her to safety. While I managed to secure yet another of her broken homes, the man of the house cleaned up the disaster. We decided that since her safety relied in our hands, we'd put her in the laundry room in the basement since Mr. Linda wasn't allowed inside. Unfortunate, but until this kitten realized that his toys didn't breathe, he was on restriction and so was poor Frenchy.
.....you know what's coming, right? The fish? Welp, today I get a message from the lover that things were again amiss at the homestead. There was evidence of a feline attempt at climing the armoire. Mr. Linda was after all things finned once again. And now there were more of them - which certainly made the game more fun.
Needless to say, everything that was under the height of 4'11" that he was after in my last blog is either dead or safe in the dungeon that I happen to do laundry in - and now so are the additional carni-welcomed family members. I don't feel that's any place for anything besides our under-rooz or Christmas decorations.
THAT being said, anyone want a hamster, a beta or a few million carni fish? Will come with food (and in the case of the 4-legged one, will come with bedding). I don't blame ya if you say no - I just thought I'd put it out there. Don't go all SPCA on me, I'm just asking.
DISCLAIMER: E.M. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO RESPOND TO THE ABOVE SORT-OF 'HOME WANTED' AD. I'LL NOT BE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR HOME BECOMING A PET MENAGERIE SUCH AS OURS. ALSO, I LOVE YOU FOR ALL YOU DO WITH US, FOR US AND WITH AND FOR OUR M.
jb
