The fly…
The kids let a fly in the house today. It was one of those really slow moving, about-to-die flies. Except that it wouldn’t die! I even sent Elijah on a mission to “eliminate” the fly. He was unsuccessful. All night it flew at our faces, tried to land on our food, sat beside me on the couch… but somehow managed to avoid every single swat. Miss. Vicki, used to be my bug hunter. If it had more than 4 legs- she would kill it. Tonight, all she did was lay there on the couch and hiss at the fly. She didn’t even bat at it with her paw. She let out a pathetic little growl, and hissed… I think this may be a sign of old age?
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