I had a surprisingly lovely and peaceful day with the maternal unit today. We had Easter dinner together and neither of us exploded after eating, so I count the day a ginormous success. We sat on her front porch and just enjoyed the view and talked about stupid stuff. I even made some new friends.
snarling sweet, little feral cat dropped by for some free yum-yums. He hissed and spat and ran away when we wouldn’t give up the ham. Rude.
rabid cute, little squirrel popped by for snack. The visit was short lived because the cat ate him. Guess the cat got his ham (squirrel, rat, whatever) after all. Happy Easter, kitty! And hey, squirrel? At least you got to contribute to someone’s Easter din-din! Yay!
While the cat was busy with the squirrel, a cardinal happened upon our Easter feast, but fell dead when I stole his soul with my camera. Happy Easter, birdie-bird! Have a nice afterlife! Maybe you’ll reincarnate as a cat. They have nine lives and no souls, so picture time will no longer be a deadly activity. Fingers crossed!
All in all it was a really fun day. Which is odd, considering I spent it with the mumster and not some hot love puppet. But it’s okay, love puppets. 80’s Prom Night is right around the corner! I think I’ll do the Madonna look. I might even wear a cone bra.