Summer Crafts and Attempted Feline Homicide

Okay, third day into no-camp week….so far so good.  It was cloudy and yuck-yuck yesterday, so we ended up at Wilder’s World for a couple of hours, followed by the standard Happy Meal run.  After “Quiet Time”, there was head-to-head combat over the attempted murder of our neighbor’s infant feline.

Here’s what went down…from what I can tell.  Our neighbor’s mama kitty had some babies a few weeks ago and they all stay outside.  There’s one kitten in particular who comes busting out of the fence every time he hears one of us come out our back door.  I’m not gonna lie…the little booger is a cutie.  Looks like a fluffy pumpkin ball.

So Cali was playing with Punkin…and I made it abundantly clear that under no circumstance was she to bring the cat inside the house.  “OKAAAAYYYY!”  I was doing some writing and noticed things had become ominously quiet.

“You better not have that cat in here, Cali Spring!”

As I got to the back door, I saw Cali stop like a deer caught in headlights.  She was trying to hide something behind her back.  Turns out that “something” was Punkin….drenched like a water-logged rat and shivering like he had the palsy.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??!!!”

So I grabbed a towel and frantically started fluffing Punkin back up….meanwhile, fleas were having Mardis Gras all over my shirt and face.  I walked him to our neighbor’s front door…but alas…they weren’t home.  So I fluffed him up some more and sent him back through the fence to his mama.

Here was Cali’s explanation:

Cali:  I wanted to give him a bath like I saw the dogs do at my trip field in the pet spa.

Me:  Did you squirt him with the hose?  How did you get him wet?

Cali: I stuck him in the pool and swirled him around.

Me: Okay.  Cali, you can never do that again.  Baby animals can’t get wet…it’ll make them sick.  Remember how you almost killed Bing when you drenched him in Febreeze?  Well, dunking a kitty in cold water will kill it.  Do you like killing small animals?

Cali:  NOOOO!!  (wailing and gnashing of teeth)

Me:  Okay, then.  Don’t be ignorant and do something like that again.

Cali:  Well, Daddy didn’t tell Ms. Beth that I killed Bing…so you don’t tell Daddy I killed a cat. Okay?  Don’t tell him.

Me:  I’m going to tell him, Cal.

Cali:  NO!  YOU ARE MISTAKEN!

Anyway…I ended up telling her Daddy while she was in the kitchen having a snack.  He laughed, naturally.  We agreed to keep it a secret.  This morning when we were leaving the house, here comes Punkin.  As soon as Cali saw him, she excitedly told her Daddy:

“Daddy!  That kitty there yesterday wanted to swim in my pool!  All by himself, he did!”

Whatta kid.  Today we visit the Aquarium.  Thankfully the fish and birds are safe behind the Plexiglas.

If you have an ornery kid that needs to be occupied 24/7…here are some brilliant ideas that may keep them out of your hair and preserve your sanity. Just click on the images for instructions and printables.

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2 Responses

  1. LOL, I can relate… my son once rolled his pet hamster in a tub of margarine… A Teddy bear hamster (extra fuzzy), mind you…

    He looked like a fuzzy, greasy corn dog, minus the stick

    Needless to say, I ended up giving him a bath with a drop of Dawn dish soap to get all the margarine out!

  2. OMG!! That was so funny!!! I just happened upon your blog but actually laughed out loud when I read it. I admit, I contributed to my hamster’s death when I was a kid because I thought she needed a bath when she wasn’t feeling well.

    Thanks for the memory!!!

    http://etcher101.wordpress.com/2010/05/

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