*Warning: you may find this offensive. If you don't like the Willie Poems, you won't like this post.
Let me preface what I am going to say with this bit of information. We have one cat. His name is Buster, and he's a very old, ancient, on his last legs type of cat. He is skinny, and his hair is out of place. He's lost teeth. We thought he'd die years ago, but he just keeps on hanging on.
Don't get me wrong. We LIKE Buster. It's just that he's very old, somewhat stinky, and a bit of a mess. The family jokes about Buster being the cat in the song:
"the cat came back, the very next day,
the cat came back, we thought he was a goner,
but the cat came back, he just wouldn't stay away." (Sharon, Lois & Bram)
Anyway, today while the girls were at piano lessons, I decided to give the boys a long-overdue haircut. Did I mention that the haircut was LONG overdue? Lots of hair! So much that it made a pile on the floor.
I was busy with other tasks, so I didn't get the hair swept up before the girls got home. In they trooped, and Tiana took one look at the pile of hair and exclaimed, "So, Buster finally exploded, did he?"
My evil children all laughed, then put their heads together. "Let's make it look like a cat, to scare Critter and Daddy when they get home."
This is the result:
This is the real cat. (Still alive and well, for today.)