Cav...where's the pictures of the half chewed cicada? C'mon, maaaaan!
Well, no camera was handy, but I thought it might be fun to dispose of the chewed one down the toilet so Mrs. cav could hear the flushing, then put a live one in the toilet and say "It's all gone honey!" However, I like my bed.
My cousin's dachshund came home with a deer leg one time. Pulled it up under the shrubs by the house and didn't come out for three days.
He was pretty sick when he finally emerged.
I don't imagine the deer was feeling very well, either . . .
It was probably the RUTTING SEASON as well. Never got to lock thingamyjigs with his mate. Poor old bugger
When little Patty was still just a kitten, she caught a horsefly in her mouth. It buzzed. She looked startled, opened her mouth, and the fly flew out. She recaptured it and chomped down. CRUNCH. Ate the whole thing.
Mikey (the monster) is attracted to things that move--like, for instance, incoming faxes. He ate some one day. I, in a panic, called the vet. There are chemicals on the fax paper. Has Mikey poisoned himself? No. If he were smaller or if he had eaten more, he might have. But no.
Miranda ate about three yards of string, like one giant strand of spaghetti. I had to take her for X rays. A very costly snack. The string came out in the end, so to speak. No harm done.
Y'ever see what happens after dogs eat crayons?
Only after he's been in my checkbook.
Dear Mr. Cav,
Is there really a Mrs. Cav?
