You know how, in the cartoons, when a lady spots a mouse in the kitchen she always jumps into a kitchen chair and screams?
“Who does that?” I used to wonder quietly to myself. “Its just a little ole mouse for cryin’ out loud…”
Yep, I did.
I jumped into a chair.
Who knew I was such a sissie?
Makes me miss Princess the Mighty Hunter all over again…. she stayed outside but kept the rodent population under control….
So on my to-do list for this week: shop for a cat.
And on a sad note, our beloved little Betta fish Hannah Montana passed away today. Yes, he was a boy betta…. and yes, his name was Hannah Montana because I couldn’t think up a good reason not to pretend he was a girl…
Hannah Montana was the kind of pet I could really appreciate. He/she never pooped on my living room rug. He/she never woke me up barking in the night. He/she never shed fur on my couch/chewed up my shoes/required expensive haircuts/cost me $700 in vet bills in ONE SUMMER/I could do this all day.
Best of all, he/she was always so weirdly happy to see me in the mornings, and like a puppy, he/she would hop around her/his little aquarium wagging his/her little tail and as I made the morning coffee. It was really cute, and sort of nice to have someone around here so cheerful and happy to see me in the mornings.
Because, you know, I’m not mentioning any names, but not everyone who lives in this house really radiates sunshine and happiness in the mornings.
Goodbye, Hannah Montana. May you find peace and gender-identity in Heaven. My morning coffee will never be the same… 🙁