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I was planning on going upstairs and painting but then I remembered that I had only written one post all week and that I’ve turned into a gigantic slacker.
It’s not that I don’t have time to write; it’s just that I haven’t really been in the mood. So right now I’m sitting at the computer and my kitten, Cinder, is over the fish tank trying to figure out how to get to the fish.
Fortunately, there is a cover on the tank and I don’t think that she can get her paw into the tank but I’m not entirely positive.
Holy shit! She did manage to get her paw in there! I didn’t think she’d figure that out. There’s really only a very small opening on top where the pump goes and it’s not that obvious. I suppose that when you actually sit on top of the tank you see those types of things.
Butterscotch never did; not that she’s the world’s smartest cat.
Anyways, I was going to tell you about our “fawn” adventure over the weekend. You see, this past weekend I was looking out the bathroom window. This is unusual because the blinds have been broken for about 5 years and we just got them fix so they’ve always been closed.
Well not always but for approximately 5 years. So I was looking out the window and behind the generator (for emergencies that now never occurred simply because I got a generator) was a fawn.
I called Kevin and Andie (who was home to see the new kitty) to come look. Then we were all like “why is there a baby deer aka a ‘fawn’ all alone behind our generator?”
I Googled it (of course I did) and it said that the moms put their babies in a safe place while they walk around and do whatever does do all day. (Say that ten times real fast) and that way the babies are safe from predators.
It also said that if they’re alone longer then 10 hours to go check on them. So we left the fawn alone and went about our business but when we got home that night the fawn was STILL THERE! Then I panicked about what the hell was I going to do with a baby fawn and all that.
Then I Googled it again and it said to make sure there weren’t bugs on the fawn and that their eyes weren’t “milky” and we were like “what the hell man, it’s night time?” and then I was worried I wouldn’t sleep and finally I fell asleep and in the morning the fawn was gone.
Boy was I relieved but then a day later it was back again and then I knew it was ok though because apparently it has a smart mom because it’s a super good hiding spot and I’m happy that I don’t have to have a pet fawn because I have a cat, a kitten and two fish (unless the kitten eats them) and by the way, where the hell did the kitten go while I wrote this post.
Shit. See ya!