Son #3 requested this morning that, should he move out before the cats die, I call him with the news of their death.
"I want to know," he said.
He asked me to call if one of them catches a terrorist, too.
So let's all hope that some day in the distant future I have to call Son #3 to inform him that Jake and Ellie died valiantly in the cause of freedom, and there is a giant pile of terrorist intestines on the front porch.
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That's funny! I can't imagine NOT calling my kids if one of the cats met their demise in their absence. But certainly taking a terrorist out with them would be a bonus.
Oh & glad you're feeling better, btw!
Yeah, Jill, I can't imagine that, either, but we haven't had to cross that bridge so I guess he just wanted to be sure I knew the procedure.
hahaha! The cats are secret ninjas.
Never knew catching terrorists was so common in your neck of the woods.
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