The first confirmed kill


As you may have figured out, I don’t live at the ranch. I’m a big girl *puffs out chest proudly*. So I often get my dose of animal antics over the phone. For example, I called Dad’s cell phone on Sunday, and the conversation went something like this:

Me: “So, what’s going on?”
Dad: “We’re going on a Sunday drive…look at this guy! He’s clearly got his head up…ok, sure, cut me off without a turn signal.”
Me: “Well, you’re talking on the phone and driving…so…”
Dad: “And I’m still driving better than this guy. What’s on your mind?”
Me: “I don’t know…I was supposed to call, but I can’t remember why.”
Dad: “RIGHT! We got our first confirmed kill!”
Mom (in background): “OOOO! Yeah! I wanted to tell her about that!”
Me: “…uh…”
Dad: “Ok. So. We think a mouse wandered into the grain room where the kitties live.”
Me: “That was a mistake.”
Dad: “Definitely. Whiskers…uh…whisp…”
Mom: “It’s WHISPER, honey.” (I can hear her roll her eyes just in the tone of her voice, Grammy is in the background too, giggling)
Dad: “Right, whatever. WhisPER pounced on it, and then the three of them spent at least half an hour passing it back and forth, playing with the poor little thing.”
Mom: “Poor little thing! It’s a MOUSE!” (outraged, as if this is on par with “felon”)
Dad: “Still, it wasn’t very nice. Anyway, it was a group effort, but Squeaky wanted the credit so he brought it out to Mom.”
Mom (still in the background): “And I gave them all a treat! I’m training them to be heartless serial killers.”
Me: “I wish I could say I was surprised.”

About cliffhousealpacas

Once upon a time, my dad drove by some funny looking animals standing on little dirt hills in a field. Thus, the dream of an alpaca ranch was born. Now, we are embarking on a grand adventure of raising alpacas and becoming fiber artists.
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6 Responses to The first confirmed kill

  1. Patty says:

    Wait, I thought there were only 2 cats?? When did the third make an appearance?

    • Yeah, I didn’t do a good job formally introducing him. He showed up first in this post mostly about Whisper. His name is Squeaky, and he’s a BIG black cat. Unlike Zipporah, who’s a LITTLE black cat. He’s a rescue from the same gal who lost her ranch.

      • Patty says:

        Aaaah, two completely black cats! Very tricky 🙂 How are you liking having cats?

      • Right! Sneaky! Zip is much smaller than Squeaky, who sounds kind of like a rusty door when he meows. We LOVE having cats. We spend quite a lot of time standing around watching the flip out. Since we’ve never had them before, everything they do is surprising and amazing! They’re so…squuoogy and erratic.

  2. danielle says:

    I couldn’t stop laughing at “I’m training them to be heartless serial killers.” That’s exactly something my mom would say about her cat!

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