Let joy be unconfined!
After fifteen months it has finally happened.
I got up this morning and as usual the dog was out the door first. I caught up with her in the front room where she was standing, sniffing at something on the floor. I had a look to see what was so interesting and there was a wee mess on the carpet. It was sort of a regurgitated mess of red, white and grey so my pathologist’s expertise came into play and I ascertained that this was indeed the masticated remains of something that had once in the not so distant past been alive. I diagnosed it as the remains of a mouse mainly due to there being a long tail at one end of it.
This could only be the mortal remains of Marathon who has been pissing me off for so long. What’s more, the architect of his demise had to be Cat. He/She/It had finally, after all this time earned his/her/its spurs and was now a fully functional member of the family. About fucking time!
I have decided to honour Cat by giving him/her/it a proper name. I know he/she/it was named Malone but for the life of me I cannot bring myself to constantly shout “fuck off Malone” so up until now it has been “fuck off Cat” which trips off the tongue that little bit better. The name should reflect the status and honour of our furry little killing machine.
I have started calling him/her/it Mauser.
I think that’s appropriate enough?