What a hell was the crazy that went down at your own 206-803 run.

Hello, Brent.

Welcome to the bedroom.

Ola, you dinosaurs.

Ola!

So I'm dating this gal, and she's a wildlife biologist for the state.

Lives on a couple acres with a creek and indoor-outdoor kitties.

Well, the first night I spent the night there, the male cat who obviously believed that he could take care of her better than I could,

brought home three dead things as presents in the middle of the night, never before.

So, you know, years go by and we're cohabitating and they kiddies love me, and one day I'm getting ready for work, and I hear the cat door open.

I'm in the bathroom, I'm like brushing my teeth or something.

I'm almost out the door, and I hear the cat door open, and he's got a mouthful of something that he's really proud of, even with it in his mouth,

meow, meow, meow, you know, hey, I've got something. I'm like, oh, great, you know, and then I

don't hear any crunch, crunch, so they're not eating it. He'll take it into the kitchen and let it go,

and then both cats will chase it around, and, you know, I've had to pull out the fridge to get a hole or a mouse every now and then.

It's like, oh, crud, I've got to go get this now.

So I stepped out of the bathroom and here comes out of the kitchen walking across the middle of the living room is a duck.

A duck, a dog, dog?

A duck, a full-grown, well, it was a green-wing keel.

So it's a smaller female duck.

Obviously, he fits through the cat door, but it was heading out into the, end of the, where it came from.

And I'm like, that's not something you see every day.

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