lolly doesn't spend much time at home anymore. at first i thought she had a secret boyfriend (surely not L. F. Mangalore*?!). after two back-to-back 24-hour escapades outside i was sure she was gone forever.
this morning, she gave us some insight into her behaviour: a mouse, and its head, severed, on our welcome mat.
now i know that she has no boyfriend, unless you consider her ravenous desire for the taste of blood a potential beau. she has a monkey on her back and its name is MURDER.
how many decomposing mouse corpses can we hide in our backyard before the authorities are alerted? lolly, think about what you're doing to the family. is this the kind of example you want to set for bubbeh and grr? they already fight like crazy, they don't need this. We don't need this.
in conclusion, you are a fucking bitch.
-gar
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