True Story
Have finished lunch, am chatting with hubby at the table. Abby is batting at something and make weird noises. Hubby had been over earlier to check while refilling his tea, so I figured she had some trash or something non harmful.
Me: What does she have?
Hubby: A scorpion.
Me: A what! I watch said scorpion scuttle toward Abby who has just release it from under her paw
Hubby: Don't worry, it's dead.
Me: It is not dead! I just saw it move!
Runs over to Abby and scoops her up
Hubby: Do you want me to get rid of it?
Me: Yes I want you to get rid of it! It's a *scorpion*!
Hubby: It's just a baby.
Me: It's still a scorpion!
We have very different views on appropriate cat toys. My feeling is if it contains any amount of venom or a stinger, it is NOT A TOY. The hubby, apparently, disagrees.
(Does it make me a bad kitty mama in that I seriously considered putting the cat down so I could take a picture for this story?)
Me: What does she have?
Hubby: A scorpion.
Me: A what! I watch said scorpion scuttle toward Abby who has just release it from under her paw
Hubby: Don't worry, it's dead.
Me: It is not dead! I just saw it move!
Runs over to Abby and scoops her up
Hubby: Do you want me to get rid of it?
Me: Yes I want you to get rid of it! It's a *scorpion*!
Hubby: It's just a baby.
Me: It's still a scorpion!
We have very different views on appropriate cat toys. My feeling is if it contains any amount of venom or a stinger, it is NOT A TOY. The hubby, apparently, disagrees.
(Does it make me a bad kitty mama in that I seriously considered putting the cat down so I could take a picture for this story?)