hello, faithful friends!
well, the time has come. i am no longer a pooper-scooper. i am free.
i was contacted by the home owners this evening to say that they returned and everything looks fine but they inquired when i last saw one of the cats and if i knew how long one of the crabs had been buried under the sand.
i told him i saw the cat last night; she's probably just running around in the hood. and the crab was out on the town a day or so ago but has been making a habit of going down under from time to time.
he then followed up to tell me he's sure the crab is fine in there. and that since his last message, the cat had come home.
"we looked!
when we saw him
step in on the mat!
we looked!
and we saw him!
the cat in the hat!"
when we saw him
step in on the mat!
we looked!
and we saw him!
the cat in the hat!"
this all leads me to the assessment that indeed, on my watch, ALL EIGHT SURVIVED. i was relatively ill-equipped for this task, but i'm not stupid enough to blow something so simple.
so there you have it. i have washed my hands of this and emerge a wild, impatient woman, no more inclined to adopt a pet and no less inclined to eat meat.
oh and p.s. if you know anyone going out of town, give 'em my number.
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