Grrrr. A bunch of foul, ugly kittens *think* they have staked a claim to the crawl space underneath my deck. So my BBQ patio smells like a litter box.
Tonight I will put on camos, blacken my face and sit in the dark. In one hand I will have my iPod. In the other I will have my semi-automatic BB gun with a fresh CO2 cartridge and a full clip.
I will not be trifled with.
Nooo! Don't kill the kittens! Save them for me!
ReplyDeleteNo way, those kittens are toast!
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