I was in the garage putting the window-cleaning supplies away. The outdoor project was over and I had spent the day washing windows and scrubbing down the siding to remove the stone dust that had settled over everything.
Inside the house, the aroooooo alarm went off. I immediately dropped what I was doing and hurried to find out what was up. Ray doesn't aroooooo for nothing; at least not while he's inside.
Ray was on the couch in the family room, his back legs on the cushion, his front legs draped over the back, his ears deployed in ultra-Dumbo mode. He was facing the window but 'looking' down behind the couch. Thinking maybe we had a snake in the house, I cautiously approached to see what kind of creature had caught his attention.
It was a fly.
I looked at the window. There were tongue and nose prints all along the bottom of the nine-foot-wide picture window. I looked at the sliding glass door in the living room. The bottom third had a similar track of spit and snot. I checked the glass front door. Ditto. Obviously a very elusive prey, this house fly.
I tapped the window next to the fly and watched as Ray easily dispatched it, now that he had a spotter to tell him its exact whereabouts.
I sighed and went to retrieve my window-cleaning supplies.
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Howdy Mates, mum says can ya come clean our windows too. There's not too much slobber. Actually, I'm not allowed to tell fibs. There's heaps of slobber :-) NO worries, and slobber, Rory and Stella
ReplyDeleteWe should form a Slobber/Snot Art Club. Bet we'd have a lot of members.
DeleteAaaahhhhh, snot art. It's been almost a year since we lost Daisy, and Jeff still doesn't want me to wash her snot art off the sliders. We compromised and I washed the one that moves...and left the drooly mess for him on the stationary door. Funny the things we cling to in our grief. I'm gonna wash that darned door eventually....
ReplyDelete(hahahahahahah) aw. I know what you mean. Ruhe, our cat before Moonie, was not eating, so the vet gave me some goo "to stimulate her appetite." She wouldn't lick it off my finger so I smeared some on her paw. Not liking that at all, she flicked it. A big gob of it landed on the wall of my studio. She died very shortly after that. The gob was there until last year when I finally painted the room. More than 10 years. I can relate.
DeleteI think it's great that Ray takes his job as the Fly Exterminator so seriously!
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