There’s a bird downstairs and I can’t find it’s head!
Those were the words that greeted us this morning at 7:00. Normally when the boys get up we don’t hear them, and they never come up the stairs to our room. This morning was different. I heard the clomp clomp clomp as somebody came up the stairs and the Scott poked his head around the door and said those words.
Cat’s can be bloody horrible.
