BC: Bear Cat
{Momma and The Boy argue while Bear naps on his cat tree ...}
BC: EXCUSE YOU! I'm trying to sleep here! KEEP IT DOWN!
{The arguing continues}
BC: Can't you two do this somewhere else? Male Princess Buttercup Black Bear Cat of the Forest requires his beauty sleep!
{The arguing continues}
BC: How rude! It's like I'm not even here! MOMMA! DUMBNUTS!
{The arguing continues}
BC: DOUGHNUTS!
{The arguing continues}
BC: D@mn! She must be REALLY p!$$ed off if she can't hear, "doughnut." I'm starting to feel sorry for The Boy. He won't even know what bit him when she gets done with him!
{The arguing continues}
BC: Wait a ... I'm the only one that's allowed to bite him! I'm the shark! Hahahahahaha.
{The arguing continues}
BC: HELLO?!?!?! I'M THE SHARK!!!
{The arguing continues}
BC: Well, you know what they say ... if you can't make 'em shut their big mouths, join 'em. I am Bear ... hear me ... hear me ... err ... oh, whatever the hell.
{We join the argument in progress ...}
MK: HEY! I don't appreciate ...
The Boy: You ...
MK: You did not just say that!
BC: Oh, YES he did! Throw the book at him, Momma! No! Throw the PIANO at him! HA!
The Boy: Well ...
MK: That's IT! You wouldn't know ...
BC: Hahahaha. That's a good one, Momma! She totally just got you!
The Boy: BUTT OUT, Bear!
BC: My butt IS out! {Bear shakes his butt} SEE?!?! As much as a retractable butt sounds cool ... mine's always out. You may admire it now.
The Boy: SHUT UP!
BC: YOU shut up! That's my Momma! Don't make me open a can of furry fury whoop-ass on you! Shoot him with your bazooka, Momma! NO! The chicken cannon! Might as well kill two birds with one cannon. Hmmm ... that sounded better in my head. Technically, there would only be one bird that dies. But you should DEFINITELY shoot him with the chicken cannon, Momma! Take him out AND souffle a chicken at the same time!
The Boy: SHUT UP, BEAR!
{Pause}
The Boy: As I was saying ...
MK: You cannot speak to him that way.
BC: Ummm ... yeah. Apparently he can! Get him, Momma!
MK: Bear, you're not helping!
BC: Phht. OF COURSE I am! I'm sticking my claws and fangs in the fracture of your relationship! BYE BOY!
The Boy: I'll say whatever I want ... and ...
BC: Daaaaaaaaaaamn. She should deck you for that! You're not going to put up with this, are you, Momma?
MK: Bear, you're REALLY not helping!
BC: This is like a tennis match! Fast paced. There's a racket. Momma serving up all kinds of aces and The Boy all kinds of faults. Volley after volley. All kinds of spin. Getting farther and farther away from the score of "LOVE." When it's all said and done, they'll be no more "courting." Momma's DEFINITELY got the advantage ... All we need are some backhands and smashes!
MK: Bear ...
BC: Game point, Momma! GAME POINT! The Boy, you better lob it - or she's going to break your balls! Hahahahahaha.
The Boy: At least I still have balls.
BC: Not the fun kind.
MK: BEAR!
The Boy: That's it! I'm out of here!
BC: BYE!
MK: BEAR!
{The door slams}
BC: BYE BYE BYE BYE. LOSER!
MK: BEAR! You just don't like sharing me with him.
BC: SO?!?!
MK: You make him sound horrible ... but he's not.
BC: Hmph. He's horrible because he makes me share you!
MK: Oh? Who feeds you bacon, chicken, and french fries?
BC: YOU shut up! That's my Momma! Don't make me open a can of furry fury whoop-ass on you! Shoot him with your bazooka, Momma! NO! The chicken cannon! Might as well kill two birds with one cannon. Hmmm ... that sounded better in my head. Technically, there would only be one bird that dies. But you should DEFINITELY shoot him with the chicken cannon, Momma! Take him out AND souffle a chicken at the same time!
The Boy: SHUT UP, BEAR!
{Pause}
The Boy: As I was saying ...
MK: You cannot speak to him that way.
BC: Ummm ... yeah. Apparently he can! Get him, Momma!
MK: Bear, you're not helping!
BC: Phht. OF COURSE I am! I'm sticking my claws and fangs in the fracture of your relationship! BYE BOY!
The Boy: I'll say whatever I want ... and ...
BC: Daaaaaaaaaaamn. She should deck you for that! You're not going to put up with this, are you, Momma?
MK: Bear, you're REALLY not helping!
BC: This is like a tennis match! Fast paced. There's a racket. Momma serving up all kinds of aces and The Boy all kinds of faults. Volley after volley. All kinds of spin. Getting farther and farther away from the score of "LOVE." When it's all said and done, they'll be no more "courting." Momma's DEFINITELY got the advantage ... All we need are some backhands and smashes!
MK: Bear ...
BC: Game point, Momma! GAME POINT! The Boy, you better lob it - or she's going to break your balls! Hahahahahaha.
The Boy: At least I still have balls.
BC: Not the fun kind.
MK: BEAR!
The Boy: That's it! I'm out of here!
BC: BYE!
MK: BEAR!
{The door slams}
BC: BYE BYE BYE BYE. LOSER!
MK: BEAR! You just don't like sharing me with him.
BC: SO?!?!
MK: You make him sound horrible ... but he's not.
BC: Hmph. He's horrible because he makes me share you!
MK: Oh? Who feeds you bacon, chicken, and french fries?
BC: Is that a trick question?
MK: {sigh}.
BC: I've had it! It's either me or him! I'm packing my bags!
{The phone rings}
The Boy: {talking excitedly and loudly enough that Bear can hear} Kat! There are baby geese down here!!!!!
MK: WHERE?!?!
The Boy: The park!
MK: Across the street?
The Boy: Yup.
MK: I'm running over!
BC: WHAT?!?!
{Momma runs toward the front door}
BC: Momma! You need pants!!!
MK: CRAP!
BC: You can't wear pajama pants to the park!
MK: I have to see the goslings though!
{Momma changes pants}
MK: THERE!
BC: I thought you were mad at him!
MK: People argue sometimes, Bear. It doesn't mean we don't love each other.
{Momma runs out the door}
BC: I can't believe this poop! All's forgiven because there's a baby goose parade! Hmph. You don't see her forgiving me when I put on a parade after I do something.
{Pause}
BC: Huh. She kind of does ... a little purring ... my adorable furry cuteness ... she's a total sucker. Hahahaha.
{Ten minutes pass}
{Bear hears a key in the lock}
BC: Momma! Momma! I'm so glad you're home! I'm so glad you finally got rid of that ...
{Pause}
BC: LOSER! You're not my Momma!
The Boy: Can we be friends, Bear?
BC: NO!!!
The Boy: If I go away, your Momma will stop buying chicken and bacon.
BC: Erm ...
The Boy: And even if she did keep buying it ... she wouldn't give you any like I do.
BC: RATS! Bear's big belly vs. having Momma all to myself.
The Boy: Friends?
BC: Is that a trick question?
{Pause}
BC: {narrowing his eyes} What did you do to my Momma?
The Boy: She's herding baby geese.
BC: FOR ME?!?! Is she bringing me a tasty whole goose?
The Boy: No. The babies were going in the direction of the road so she's trying to make them go back.
BC: Oh, for the ... PEOPLE KNOW ME AROUND HERE! Please tell me she isn't doing the flapping wings thing and TALKING to them!
MK: {sigh}.
BC: I've had it! It's either me or him! I'm packing my bags!
{The phone rings}
The Boy: {talking excitedly and loudly enough that Bear can hear} Kat! There are baby geese down here!!!!!
MK: WHERE?!?!
The Boy: The park!
MK: Across the street?
The Boy: Yup.
MK: I'm running over!
BC: WHAT?!?!
{Momma runs toward the front door}
BC: Momma! You need pants!!!
MK: CRAP!
BC: You can't wear pajama pants to the park!
MK: I have to see the goslings though!
{Momma changes pants}
MK: THERE!
BC: I thought you were mad at him!
MK: People argue sometimes, Bear. It doesn't mean we don't love each other.
{Momma runs out the door}
BC: I can't believe this poop! All's forgiven because there's a baby goose parade! Hmph. You don't see her forgiving me when I put on a parade after I do something.
{Pause}
BC: Huh. She kind of does ... a little purring ... my adorable furry cuteness ... she's a total sucker. Hahahaha.
{Ten minutes pass}
{Bear hears a key in the lock}
BC: Momma! Momma! I'm so glad you're home! I'm so glad you finally got rid of that ...
{Pause}
BC: LOSER! You're not my Momma!
The Boy: Can we be friends, Bear?
BC: NO!!!
The Boy: If I go away, your Momma will stop buying chicken and bacon.
BC: Erm ...
The Boy: And even if she did keep buying it ... she wouldn't give you any like I do.
BC: RATS! Bear's big belly vs. having Momma all to myself.
The Boy: Friends?
BC: Is that a trick question?
{Pause}
BC: {narrowing his eyes} What did you do to my Momma?
The Boy: She's herding baby geese.
BC: FOR ME?!?! Is she bringing me a tasty whole goose?
The Boy: No. The babies were going in the direction of the road so she's trying to make them go back.
BC: Oh, for the ... PEOPLE KNOW ME AROUND HERE! Please tell me she isn't doing the flapping wings thing and TALKING to them!
The Boy: Ummmm ... she's telling them to meander away from the road ... but she's also honking at them.
BC: She looks like a crazy lady!
The Boy: Hahahaha. Yeah, kind of.
BC: Wait a ... go back and get a video! We can charge admission. Or blackmail her! That's golden!
{Pause}
BC: Why are you still here?
The Boy: Are you just trying to get rid of me again?
BC: No.
{Pause}
BC: RATS! Maybe?
{Pause}
BC: Is that a trick question?
The Boy: NO!
BC: She's always trying to save everyone! Sheesh! I mean ... HELLO! Let them do whatever and then bring me baby goose road kill! So help me ... if she goes nuts over how cute they are and brings one or more home alive ... you'll pay for this ... unless the goslings are my dinner!
{Pause, then Momma opens the door}
BC: Momma! Momma! The Boy broke in! I tried to keep him out but he was too strong.
MK: Bear, he has a key. That's not breaking in.
BC: Give me a second and I'll open my can of furry fury whoop-ass on him! I'm warning you, Boy ...
MK: Bear, he and I are fine.
BC: YAY!
{Pause}
BC: RATS!
{Pause}
BC: YAY!
{Pause}
BC: RATS!
{Pause}
BC: PUUUURRRRRRRR.
{Pause}
BC: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSS!
MK: Huh?
BC: YAY!
{Pause}
BC: RATS!
{Pause}
BC: PUUUURRRRRRRR.
{Pause}
BC: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSS!
{Pause}
BC: YAY!
{Pause}
BC: RATS!
{Pause}
BC: PUUUURRRRRRRR.
{Pause}
BC: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSS!
MK: Now who's arguing? Are you having a break down? Because you're chasing your own tail!
BC: I'm conflicted, Momma! The Boy gives me tasty noms ... but I don't like sharing you with him. Bear doesn't share and I was here first!
The Boy: I love your Momma, Bear!
MK: Awww. I love you, too! I'm sorry.
The Boy: I'm sorry, Kat.
{Momma and The Boy kiss}
BC: Oh, for the ... GET A ROOM! I'm NOT sorry! Am I the only one that's NOT sorry around here?!?
{Pause}
BC: I'm going to ... HAWCK ... HAWCK ... HHHHWWWWWACK! Oh, great! I'm dying!
{Momma and The Boy continue talking between themselves}
BC: HEY!!! You're ignoring me again! Who reminded you to put on pants, Momma? MOMMA!!! Oh, COME ON!!! We were THISCLOSE to getting rid of him!!! What's YOUR problem? Then we could have uninterrupted cuddling twenty-four seven!
{Pause}
BC: Err ... I mean we could snuggle uninterrupted on demand! MY demand! None of that, "I'll grab my kitty because I'm just so sad," nonsense! ICK! I wear the claws and fangs around here!
{Momma and The Boy continue talking between themselves}
BC: HOW RUDE!
{Pause as Momma and The Boy continue talking between themselves}
BC: That's it! There's not enough mind bleach in the world to take away the image burned into my brain of Momma without pants and this disgusting display of affection.
{Pause}
BC: I'm tired. I hope that when I wake up this was just a bad, bad dream!
*** The goose family - the day after this conversation took place!!! ***
{we suspect it's two Mommas and eleven goslings}
The Boy: Hahahaha. Yeah, kind of.
BC: Wait a ... go back and get a video! We can charge admission. Or blackmail her! That's golden!
{Pause}
BC: Why are you still here?
The Boy: Are you just trying to get rid of me again?
BC: No.
{Pause}
BC: RATS! Maybe?
{Pause}
BC: Is that a trick question?
The Boy: NO!
BC: She's always trying to save everyone! Sheesh! I mean ... HELLO! Let them do whatever and then bring me baby goose road kill! So help me ... if she goes nuts over how cute they are and brings one or more home alive ... you'll pay for this ... unless the goslings are my dinner!
{Pause, then Momma opens the door}
BC: Momma! Momma! The Boy broke in! I tried to keep him out but he was too strong.
MK: Bear, he has a key. That's not breaking in.
BC: Give me a second and I'll open my can of furry fury whoop-ass on him! I'm warning you, Boy ...
MK: Bear, he and I are fine.
BC: YAY!
{Pause}
BC: RATS!
{Pause}
BC: YAY!
{Pause}
BC: RATS!
{Pause}
BC: PUUUURRRRRRRR.
{Pause}
BC: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSS!
MK: Huh?
BC: YAY!
{Pause}
BC: RATS!
{Pause}
BC: PUUUURRRRRRRR.
{Pause}
BC: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSS!
{Pause}
BC: YAY!
{Pause}
BC: RATS!
{Pause}
BC: PUUUURRRRRRRR.
{Pause}
BC: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSS!
MK: Now who's arguing? Are you having a break down? Because you're chasing your own tail!
BC: I'm conflicted, Momma! The Boy gives me tasty noms ... but I don't like sharing you with him. Bear doesn't share and I was here first!
The Boy: I love your Momma, Bear!
MK: Awww. I love you, too! I'm sorry.
The Boy: I'm sorry, Kat.
{Momma and The Boy kiss}
BC: Oh, for the ... GET A ROOM! I'm NOT sorry! Am I the only one that's NOT sorry around here?!?
{Pause}
BC: I'm going to ... HAWCK ... HAWCK ... HHHHWWWWWACK! Oh, great! I'm dying!
{Momma and The Boy continue talking between themselves}
BC: HEY!!! You're ignoring me again! Who reminded you to put on pants, Momma? MOMMA!!! Oh, COME ON!!! We were THISCLOSE to getting rid of him!!! What's YOUR problem? Then we could have uninterrupted cuddling twenty-four seven!
{Pause}
BC: Err ... I mean we could snuggle uninterrupted on demand! MY demand! None of that, "I'll grab my kitty because I'm just so sad," nonsense! ICK! I wear the claws and fangs around here!
{Momma and The Boy continue talking between themselves}
BC: HOW RUDE!
{Pause as Momma and The Boy continue talking between themselves}
BC: That's it! There's not enough mind bleach in the world to take away the image burned into my brain of Momma without pants and this disgusting display of affection.
{Pause}
BC: I'm tired. I hope that when I wake up this was just a bad, bad dream!
{we suspect it's two Mommas and eleven goslings}
- Bear's mentioned bazookas before ..."On Momma's bazooka," from "Conversations" With Bear Cat: Part 20.
- For more on chicken cannons ...
- What's a chicken cannon? The chicken cannon.
- Bear: The Musical.
- Bear's habit of asking, "Is that a trick question?" has gotten him into trouble before ... Is that a trick question?
- If you missed Bear's, "I'm the shark," game, you may read about it in ... I'm the shark.
- You can read more about Princess Buttercup in "Conversations" With Bear Cat: Part 22 ("On tiaras," part 1 and part 2).
- To read more about The Boy, his and Momma's complicated history, and Bear's objections to him:
- "The Boy" was introduced in The boy.
- Bear meets "The Boy" in Tom, Dick and Harry and The interview.
- Bear and Momma discuss her relationship with The Boy in Annoying giggliness.
- Trouble in Boy-land was revealed in Less talk-y and more scratch-y.
- A brief reunion in The Boy Returns.
- Bear lays down the law for future boys in Tough love.
- Momma's sadness at the breakup is the topic of FAT CAT RATS.
- Bear tried to help Momma feel better about the break up in Bigger Band-aids.
- More boy sadness ... Evil bunny day, Again, and A Momma's stupidity allowance.
- Bear forbids future boys in Momma's resolutions.
- The Boy comes back in The negotiation.
- Bear and The Boy face off in The cat-ocalypse, This never happened, The Dread Drop, No more boys, Love bites, The Bear Cat household, The Bear Cat household, part 2,The Bear Cat household, part 3, Giggles, Like this ..., Watch duty, The chicken, I'm a cat, The furry ball of contradictions, The man cave, The collar, Get ready to crumble, Bear: The Musical, Daddy (the OTHER Dodo), I did, Could've just stayed home, A win-win, Not the {REAL} Momma, A Momma's Boy {mostly}, No Boys Allowed!, Bear: At work.
You are hopeless Bear. Really You need a novel, or instalments with music to keep us on the brink of our seats!!
ReplyDeleteI need violins! LOTS of them! ~Bear Cat
DeleteBUT
ReplyDeleteMine IS pretty handsome, is it not?
DeleteWe can send you a chicken if you need one....
ReplyDeletePhht. Like I'd say NO to a chicken! Well, I mean, as long as I don't have to share my stuff with it .. or kill it. ~Bear Cat
DeleteWAAAAITAMINIT. What do WE gotta do to get a chicken, hmm, Miz D. Kitten? ~ Faraday
DeleteIf they are so easy to get, what is our humans' excuse?!?! ~Bear Cat
DeleteAnd, as the saying goes, the way to a mancat's heart is through his stomach...
ReplyDeleteEXACTLY! You think I would've come inside if my Momma hadn't offered me endless noms? Phht. ~Bear Cat
DeleteAww Bear, I know you were aiming for a TIE BREAKER, but we loves a happy ending..... and as I think they say in tennis, Love all, or is it Deuce?
ReplyDeletePurrs, ERin
PS.... Whens the screening of your peep in the PJ's?
The Boy was too lazy to get it on film! I could've been rich and had my tasty whole chicken farm AND french fry farm! ~Bear Cat
DeleteBear, it's not so bad sharing your momma with someone. We share our mom with her boyfriend, and he loves us. He lets me bit his chin and he doesn't get mad. Just make sure he knows who's boss and who REALLy runs the house! Lexy makes sure of that. P.s. It's a good thing you were there to make sure she didn't go out in her pj's!
ReplyDeleteHahahaha. Cats rule!
DeleteThose goslings are pretty cute, Bear. We can see how they could "fix" an argument!
ReplyDeleteAnd never forget The Boy has his uses . .. or at least never let your tummy forget ;p
the critters in the cottage xo
He could AT LEAST buy me a tasty whole chicken farm! Then I'd like him! ~Bear Cat
DeleteIt will be okay Bear. Just remember, sometimes humans calm down once they've been goosed!
ReplyDelete(GROAN) Hahahaha.
DeleteThose babies are cute. And Bear.... gotta watch out for those trick questions!!
ReplyDeleteThey look tasty! Err ... was that a trick question? ~Bear Cat
DeleteExit only!!! OMCS Bear that was funny.
ReplyDeleteWe love little goslings they are so soft
Mom has some goslings on her other blog. http://mymindseye.blogaddress.blogspot.com
Hugs madi your bfff
My Momma's obsessed with them! She might move into the park, she spends so much time there! ~Bear Cat
Deletedoooooooooood.....faaaaaaaaaaaaa.....we hope we wake up two N reel eyez de fotoz
ReplyDeleteoh de burdz we saw waz all just a nite mare in brod day lite ~~~~~ be jezuz ~~~~~
yur post two day dood waz hill larry uz ! 984 pawz up
heerz two a round herring kinda week oh end ~~~~~~~~~ ♥♥♥
So glad you enjoyed it! We love hearing that!
DeleteThank you! And thank you for stopping by!
ReplyDeleteBUTTTTT.....humans are a challenge....those babies are adorable
ReplyDeleteThe Florida Furkids
If anyone's up to cracking the humans ... it's a cat ;) ~Bear Cat
DeleteBear, you didn't get a tasty whole chicken for reminding your momma to put on pants? The lady and I are laughing about "a retractable butt." MOL! My butt is always out too.
ReplyDeleteGreat pics of the goslings. Good job that MK herded them away from the road!
The retractable butt was my Momma's favorite part too :) Okay, okay ... that and the goslings! ~Bear Cat
DeleteOur mom was so hoping that you'd be sharing photos of the geese. Thank you! Bear, it sounds as if this was a most exhausting day for you. You definitely deserve a tasty whole chicken and a nice long nap. XOCK, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth, Calista Jo and Cooper Murphy
ReplyDeleteShe keeps looking at the pictures and telling The Boy she wants to goose-nap them. UGH. I'm NOT sharing my food or my toys! Goose should only be in my food bowl! {Okay, okay ... they ARE awfully cute ... from afar!} ~Bear Cat
DeleteAMARULA: Bear there is an extra room here if you do run away! Mom says those are Canadian geese so thanks on behalf of Canada!!!
ReplyDeleteHmph. Unless my Momma is turning them into TASTY geese ... I'm not sharing her! ~Bear Cat
DeleteJeez, Bear. Your Momma should have taken you with her when she went to see those ducks. You coulda watched Duck TV!
ReplyDeleteErm ... maybe it's better from the other side of a window? ~Bear Cat
DeleteWhoa! The Boy keeps getting ruder and ruder. You need to plant a dozen hairballs in his shoe or something. Great way to referee though.
ReplyDeleteYou should see his scars ... or soon to be scars ;) ~Bear Cat
DeletePoor Bear, it is bad enough you have to share your Momma, but the least they can let you do is nap in peace.
ReplyDeleteI KNOW! BARF! ~Bear Cat
DeleteMOL..the boy knows how to make furriends, Bear. He looks like a fine guy to me and before you know he's a best furriend and you life happily ever after <3 oh, and please put on your pants next time, I was very distracted when I came to that part of the butt...MOL :D *chatters* The geese are adorable...I don't know why I am thinking about KFC now...*drools* Thanks for the shout out, Bear! Double Pawkiss for a Happy Weekend :) <3
ReplyDeleteTasty ... adorable ... it's often the same thing :) ~Bear Cat
DeleteAwww, those are the cutest goslings and I'm sure they wouldn't have minded the mama being pantless. Could have been exciting for the neighborhood, too. :)
ReplyDeleteErr ... if you've seen my Momma without pants, you'd understand! ~Bear Cat
DeleteWell, you can just send those like geese our way Bear. We'll be happy to kill 'em, de-feather 'em and eat 'em up. MOL Bet they taste like duck. We do luv us some duck. Ya' know. ifin da boy is gonna keep livin' there, ya' need to have your mommy make him follow da rules. No disrespectin' da Bear cat. Big hugs
ReplyDeleteLuv ya'
Dezi and Raena
I LIKE THAT! Make him follow the rules! And who makes the rules?!?! YEP! Moi. Hehehehehe. ~Bear Cat
DeleteOh, the goslings are so cute! Bear Cat, we have some BIG tasty whole wild turkeys strutting through our yard lately....doesn't that sound better than a measly little goose? :)
ReplyDeleteMy Momma's on her way over. Err ... okay, not quite yet ... but it shouldn't take me long to convince her ;) ~Bear Cat
DeleteRosie says she would like to see you go all furry whoop ass on the boy ...unless he gives you more bacon
ReplyDeleteI'd give her a cut! ~Bear Cat
DeleteUgh. If you have to share your Momma with The Boy, they should both start sharing some tasty whole chickens with you, Bear (to go with that bacon and fries)!
ReplyDeleteDo they make tasty whole chicken milkshakes?!?! ~Bear Cat
DeleteHey Bear, like OMC dude mew need to get your own bacon supplier, fries supplier, treat supplier and whateffur-else-mew-need-supplier and then neffur again will mew need to ask anyone fur anything. It can all be on your own terms, whateffur wheneffur, dude it's the way forward! MOL
ReplyDeleteWishing mew a purrfect day
Big hugs
Basil & Co xox
And a tank. And a bazooka! Maybe we can commiserate and you can tell me which models work best? ~Bear Cat
DeleteAww, your momma has such a big heart to help those babies. We saw a LOT of geese in Vancouver but no goslings!
ReplyDeleteThey were a special treat. Thank goodness she didn't try to adopt them all! ~Bear Cat
DeleteThere are so many goslings! Surely your momma could've brought you home a few for dinner! And wouldn't they be the tastiest?! I could sure go for one...two...three... four lil' fuzzies! Mom said she spotted a momma turkey & her turcklets last week near the house museum she works at, but did she bring me any home - NO! What is with our mommas anyway?! Don't they know that we need real, fresh protein?! Mew Mew!
ReplyDeleteThe goose family is so sweet! Your momma was so wonderful to help them. (Mudpie wants to know where your "I break for torties" sticker is ;)
ReplyDeleteWorking on the sticker!!! ~Bear Cat
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