Recently my employer, in an attempt to ward off the returning Canadian geese in an eco-friendly way, installed rubber coyotes around the premises. I guess before they were hiring australian sheperd dogs to herd the geese. Wish I had known there was a market for that.
I now want a rubber coyote to perch by my home doorstep.
I wish I could train my cat to pretend she is the head of a pack of these rubber coyotes, and lead pack hunts around the house. I would put them on wheels, and attach them to a harness, that she could then tug along to her hearts content. Though, in reality, I would probably just end up with a panicked cat that eventually jumps off the balconey, sacrificing herself in order to kill her tormenters. Which might be entertaining too, if the rubber coyotes bounce. No, really, I'm kidding. I don't want to to torment my cat. I just want to build her character.
Tonight, I'm going to CSU to watch The Dawn Mitchell sing a bunch of evolution songs, and by evolution songs I mean songs from the Book of Genesis, and by sing I mean take a rib out and create a new humanoid species.
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