Hello, Old Friends and New and Welcome to
and my 3rd year of blogging in the Challenge.
I love cats. I can't remember a time when there weren't cats in my life. Sometimes one or two, most times lots more. My husband, Gary, and I seem to be magnets for strays. Consequently, I have many photographs of cats and kittens that resided outside our houses and of those who, by the luck of the draw or paw, made it into the inner sanctum of feline luxury, our home. I have also written poems and stories about cats that I will share for the next 13 blog days with you. I am also looking forward to visiting your blogs to see what interests you.
M is for the Massacre, the Great Gerbil...Many years ago, Peter, my middle son, brought home from school a pair of "male" gerbils, which soon proved to be male and female. Now, you all know what happens with gerbils- they multiply. For several years, we kept our growing family in a 40 gallon fish tank that had a lid with a light in it. It was great to watch the gerbils create nests from paper towels and tissue boxes. We found that gerbils made great entertainment for the family and the cats. The cats would line up and watch the little critters run around their tank.
One of our cats, Tipperary Tail, was especially fascinated by these little racy rats and he would hit the front of the tank and then put the other paw under the tank to catch the gerbil that he thought would fall out. Always a disappointment for the cat.
One morning, when we came down stairs, we noticed that the lid on the gerbil tank was sitting at a funny angle. As we came closer to the tank, we saw that Tipperary Tail was sleeping in the tank. Apparently, during the night he had climbed up on the lid and it had given way, dumping him in the tank. He must have thought he had won the Lottery. A gazillion gerbils and no people to stop him.
There were no signs of a gerbil in the tank, I am sure they made a wonderful midnight snack for him. Tipperary slept off his gluttonous attack and we put away the 40 gallon tank, thus ending our foray into raising gerbils.
From then on, when we have told our cat stories, we have called this chapter, The Great Gerbil Massacre.
|A well fed kitty.|