Captain’s Log. Diaper Date 1743. Daddy Chronicles. We are looking live at the Captain’s garage sale. Meanwhile, we have some unwanted entertainment happening.
The Captain is the disgruntled owner of two three wonderful felines. The problem? I’m not a big fan of cats, but I’m a big fan of Mrs. Captain, so I got them through the union of marriage. They like to show their appreciation of having a home, food, and litter by killing things and leaving them at my doorstep. It was truly gross endearing before I had kids, but now it is traumatic. (Anybody remember the Eddie Murphy skit? “Dead bird. Gonna put it on you. Put it on you.” classic) These killing machines have inspired a number of tears and sob fests. And I curse thank them for their gratitude.
We have succesfully restrained the dynamic deadly duo, but I am now sure how much longer we can keep it up. Little bird, we don’t have the Powha!
For now…
Captain out.
(sorry I don’t have an image yet, but apparently I can’t upload from my ipad)