I ran over to see Karen today because she (once again) was not taking my phone calls. I took over a fresh baked batch of brownies (I get them from the bakery then put them in my own pan to make them look like I made them…it saves all sorts of time) and a bottle of wine. I know Karen’s weak spots, LOL. Anywhoo, we had a nice lil’ get together and I was getting ready to leave when I spotted the most horrifying thing. Beefeater was out of his cage, I mean crate, and was playing with my lil’ bebeh, Hummus!
Have you ever seen a scarier photo?
I know that Beefeater is supposedly “cured” now, but excuse me, I am not “cured” of my fear. Anyone who has ever experienced and unprovoked attack like I did would also not be cured!
I still have nightmares about this day. Beefeater is a vicious, cruel beast!
I snatched up poor lil’ Hummus and scolded Karen about her disregard for MY comfort and MY needs. She apologized of course, but I am not sure that is enough this time.
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