Jack is MIA. Someone left his cage open and he's been gone for over a week now. I think we're on a Search and Recovery mission versus a Search and Rescue. Mary Claire asked me this morning if we could put some water out for him, and I gently explained that Jack probably wasn't alive anymore. She bawled hysterically and was inconsolable. What the hell kind of mother am I?! Couldn't I have just put the damn water bottle out?!
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Oh my God! This thing was on the loose when I was there??? I could have stepped on him, slept with him, even showered with him and you did not warn me that this could happen. Shit, Shit, Shit - what if he came home in my suitcase, and IS STILL IN THERE????!!!
Put the damn water dish out - I'll sleep better.
Much Love, as always.
I love you! You make me laugh out loud! If he's in your suitcase, you'll never find him in all those damn clothes you brought for ONE NIGHT!!
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