I could have a good look at the nest made by the Last Daughter this afternoon. That was how I got to meet Quark (yes, I name all kittens and cats - even if they're not mine and I see them only a few times; that's what I do. Full stop).
And that's when my loathing for the imaginary people came back.
Schrödinger is MIA (and, let's face it, most probably KIA).
Last night, I didn't describe Schrödinger (it was mostly white) to my family, so this morning, when Quark, who's mostly black, was spotted, we had a silly misunderstanding.
I feel terrible for not locating the nest last night (then again, at 1am, it would have been Mission: Impossible), but Schrödinger would not have ended as an owl burger after only a few days on earth if his mama had been neutered.
There are too many useless bipeds where I'm currently staying.
2 comments:
can you not report to what ever you have as RSPCA anonymously? in future with them as poor carers! Quark sounds cute but your running out of names! need to move towards ST TOS, or beyond! :-)
I'd have to report the entire village, as they're all clueless or worse, and Mother has forbidden me to do so. And the local RSPCA is rather useless... *sigh*
I was staying in quantum physics, but if Quark's a girl, I could rename her Nyota. Or McCoy could be good fun.
Mother didn't like Quark. She wants to call the kitten Gregory (latent Sherlock inspiration???).
;)
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