I came home yesterday and saw a streak of blood on the kitchen floor.
“Who got hurt?! What is that?!” I panicked.
My husband looked calmly at the dried blood and shrugged. “Must have been from the chipmunk.”
“Oh, good. None of the kids were…..wait. Stop. What chipmunk?”
“Sophie decapitated a chipmunk in the dining room. She must have dragged part of it through here,” he said while snacking on a granola bar.
I looked at the cat and she still looked pretty proud.
I am starting to think that the thought of, “Let’s adopt a kitty!” ranks right up there with, “We can totally handle twins!” in levels of sheer stupidity.
In other news, the fundraising for the twins is still going well. We are almost a quarter of the way to the goal! If you can, please share our page on Twitter, Facebook, the street corner….wherever! Thank you! http://www.gofundme.com/b45udg