The property of death!

I am back. I have to say it is another one of those days. You know where the adjustments are being made constantly. Okay, I will come right out and say it, my balls are hanging low and my scrotum keeps sticking to my thighs. It is as uncomfortable as it sounds. Now, that I got that off of my chest, say maybe I should type this in the nude, but what would people think?, I will ask another question.

Anybody missing a, what I think is, er was, a cat, with a pink collar, or pink flea collar? I have found it. I mentioned that I was doing some work on the A/C unit over the weekend. I put my utility knife on the deck beside me, but it must have fallen down, under the deck. I had to go around and go under the deck to retrieve it. I was down there when I thought that I should clean the dryer exhaust that is there. You know, remove whatever lint there was. I made a mental note to do that.

I finish with the insulation and head back under the deck with my gloves on. Like any red blooded Canadian, I wore hockey gloves, just in case I felt the need to throw down. Anyway, near the vent, now keep in mind that it is pretty dark down there with the only light being sunlight getting through the trees, lattice and floor boards, and I grab some lint. That was NOT lint.

On closer inspection, it was some sort of animal rib cage that had come away from the spine. I may have caused that one. I took a closer look and saw skull detached from neck, spine, tail, and hind paws. I thought it was a dead and decomposed squirrel. I did not shed a tear. Then, I looked again and saw a pink (flea?) collar around the remains of the neck. Now, either somebody (useless stupid fuck?) put a pink collar on a squirrel or that ain't no squirrel. I think it was a cat, hence, anybody missing a cat, last seen with a pink collar, I have some good news and bad news for you. The good news is we know what happened to your cat. The bad news is we know what happened to your cat.

The heat from my laptop is making my hands all sweaty, so I am going to disrobe, unstick my ball sac from my thigh and sit on a pack of frozen peas. Think temperate thoughts! Ciao!