Father Daughter conversation
June 19, 2009 | Filed under: Stuff
Youngest:
Daddy? What eats squirrel?
Alpha Man:
Why do you ask?
Youngest:
Cuz there’s a half eaten squirrel in the den.
The sound of Middle’s, Oldest’s and my screams pierce the air as we go running from the kitchen without even looking in the den. This is who we are. Alpha Man’s hair was blown back as we passed him. He blew out a defeated breath and headed for the den.
A few minutes later he exited the house with a bag in his hands, and when he came back in, Ashes was prancing happily at his feet, looking suspiciously pleased with herself. We were all huddled together on the stairs waiting for an explanation.
Me:
Well?
Alpha man:
She was right. It was a half eaten squirrel.
Ashes looking proud as if to say “you’re welcome”.
Not an hour later, Sadie brought me a very dead butterfly, missing one wing.
I’m beginning to think it’s a conspiracy.
Posted by Jill @ 1:00 am | Make a Comment
Judy F says:
I think Ashes and Sadie were trying to give you a distraction. They knew it would get you all up and moving around.
Hope they are a comfort (besides this) to you all.
Posted on June 19th, 2009 at 2:48 amLaura says:
My dogs did a similar thing. I have a doggy door and woke up one morning a couple of years ago to having a dead possum on the floor at the foot of the bed. When I saw it and squealed, one of my dogs became very solicitous and acted quite proud of what they’d brought me, as if that would cheer me up.
The LIVE possum they brought through the doggy door a couple of weeks later was much, much worse for me. I did, however, meet my neighbors over that one.
They don’t get to use the doggy door after I go to bed anymore…
Posted on June 19th, 2009 at 3:21 amAndey says:
Youngest is definitely her father’s daughter, isn’t she.
Posted on June 19th, 2009 at 5:06 amlimecello says:
O_o half eaten squirrel? *shudder*
Posted on June 19th, 2009 at 5:13 amev says:
One of my cats (age 16) keeps trying to bring in moles and mice. He meets me at the back door with them in him mouth, trying to meow around it. He can’t understand why I tell him NO!!
The dogs spend the day trying to catch squirrels in the backyard and I am afraid one day they will.::shudders::
Posted on June 19th, 2009 at 5:17 amTina says:
I was looking videos & pictures that I download from the camera after it stayed at home with the kids.
On one of the snanshots of a video, was a fuzzy animal that I couldn’t figure out what it was. So I played the video. It was a mole that my kids found after the dog killed it. The dog was prancing around, while the kids were giving him such high praise.
You watch, this dog will kill another mole and then bring me the camera.
Posted on June 19th, 2009 at 6:32 amLiza says:
My sister’s cat seems to think it is his job to rid their neighborhood of all chipmunks. He brings them to the back door everyday and expects high praises.
Posted on June 19th, 2009 at 6:49 amSusanne says:
I think they are giving you gifts to make you feel better.
Susanne
Posted on June 19th, 2009 at 7:10 amDee says:
In the doggie world, a dead squirrel is probably equivalent to a Prada handbag. Try to be gracious.
Posted on June 19th, 2009 at 7:30 amBrandy says:
I recently cleaned out the dog house we have outside for a stray cat who has adopted us (I refuse to call it a cat house. *G*) and found a very FLAT field mouse. Ewwwwwww!
Posted on June 19th, 2009 at 7:37 amYour post made me smile. Your furry babies are just trying to show you they love you. In their really gross way. *G*
sls-rainey says:
Yum, squirrel just what you want half eaten on your floor. My dog Rainey found a starling fledgling in the yard last night. She didn’t hurt it just gave it a heart attack. After dragging her into the barn away from it, I went back to move it to safety. It was gone. I think a cat saw the comotion and had a snack.
Posted on June 19th, 2009 at 7:47 amShannon says:
What I would like to know is how Youngest could so calmly ask, “What eats squirrel?” That is not what I would have done…I would have been running away screaming with you, Middle, and Oldest!!
Posted on June 19th, 2009 at 7:55 amD says:
EEEEWWWWWWW!!! don’t you just love youngest and Alpha Man’s responses…..and how come the youngest of the bunch always call their dad’s “daddy” mine does this too. Our oldest cat always brings home dead critters whenever hubby comes home from a business trip, I stand there reprimanding her as if she were one of the kids..hubbies response is to reprimand my for being to harsh on her.. after all she’s happy he’s home and she’s showing her affection for him(men are so week for p#&%ies)
Posted on June 19th, 2009 at 8:15 amD says:
oops, that’s suppose to be weak not week.. I need more coffee.
Posted on June 19th, 2009 at 8:22 amcursingmama says:
And, we now know exactly why Jack & Benny are inside cats.
Posted on June 19th, 2009 at 8:40 amShannon McKelden says:
My cats have done this in the past…headless bunny in living room in a.m. Various bird parts in living room in a.m.
Oh, and then there was the time I leaped out of bed at 6 a.m. to yell at son for being noisy in the living room to find him freaking out because our cat had somehow drug a FULLY GROWN AND STILL ALIVE rabbit into the house thru the cat door and then let it go. It was now running frantically around the house trying to figure out how to get the heck back out. Gotta love them.
Posted on June 19th, 2009 at 9:56 amAllie says:
I find it amusing that Alpha Man knows he should ask a “why” question of his own in this situation, rather than simply answering the question posed.
Posted on June 19th, 2009 at 4:49 pmHeather L says:
Aw, they’re just trying to comfort you and tell you how much they love you by bringing you presents. Just be grateful their gifts weren’t still alive!
Posted on June 20th, 2009 at 10:57 amcompany says:
happy father’s day
Posted on June 21st, 2009 at 4:59 amDee says:
Jill, if you need inspiration, check out today’s Parade of Hunks on my blog!
Posted on June 21st, 2009 at 8:48 amJL says:
It could be worse. My husband’s family had a cat when he was growing up that would run down full-grown rabbits and leave them, half-eaten, on his sister’s bed (it was her cat). They had to do door checks before letting Smokey back in the house.
With my cats, I have always told them that they can play with the bugs all they want, but if they kill them, they must eat ALL of said bug, because I do not want to clean up leftovers.
Posted on June 22nd, 2009 at 9:25 am