Shoko’s Praise

Summer is winding down here in the Northern Central Interior of BC. It’s hard to tell at times because its hotter than…”How hot is it Shoko?” It’s hotter than a dog playing with fire in a garbage can! Anyway mom and dad have picked most of the beans, cauliflower, beets and peas. A fair percent have made their way to St. Vincent’s, To be put into fresh produce hampers for the less fortunate. Good going mom and dad…they will enjoy them a lot.

Dad shelling peas

Dad shelling peas

Meanwhile mom staggered inside and disappeared. I figured she was too hot….”How hot was she Shoko?” She was as hot as a steaming pile of _ _ _ _. So I went off to the Lane.

I was so excited when I came home. I brought mom a present after all her hard work. She didn’t seem too happy about it though. She normally gets busy and examines it and then does something with it….think she has it for dinner but doesn’t tell me. This time she just hollered, “Not again Shoko!” Well, I was insulted! After all that work. Mom came out and looked the remaining bird all over and gave me the stink eye. Well, I never!! Not to be out done by a mommy…I gave her the stink eye right back again.

The Stink Eye

The Stink Eye


I then grabbed the bird and took it to Morty. He didn’t want it either, saying,”but Shoks, there’s nothing but feet.” This got me thinking….Mort will eat anything, especially after some nip….maybe this wasn’t such a great gift. I took the feet back and threw them away. I also talked to mom and we are past the feet issue now.

13 thoughts on “Shoko’s Praise

  1. dezizworld

    Well now dat must be hot. MOL Dat’s so vewy nice of yous pawents to donate fwesh veggies. Meez suwe da peeps will purreciate them. And gweat stink eye Shoko. MOL What a gweat hunter yous awe. How wuz yous birdy? Meez purrfurs beef, but there awe sum birds me likes. 🙂

    Luv ya’

    Dezi

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  2. onespoiledcat

    Gosh Shoko – don’t you just HATE it when humans aren’t grateful for our gifts? Bird feet are a delicacy in SOME countries you know! Good try. The Stink Eye is a suitable punishment!

    Hugs, Sammy

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  3. PigLove

    Snorts! That is too funny my friend. How ungrateful of the humans not to accept your small token of love. What’s up with that huh? Snorticles – great one! XOXO – Bacon

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    1. The Canadian Cats Post author

      Well, I tell you Bacon, I will think twice before I bring a lovely gift home again this year! It’s getting near fall though and the mice will be looking for somewhere warm….I don’t care I won’t bring them to mom. She’ll just have to put up with dead bodies all over the lawn and garden….mouse bodies that is.

      Kisses,

      Shoko

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      1. PigLove

        Little small mouse carcasses – what a cemetery on your front yard – snorts. My mom would totally flip out period. If those mice aren’t wearing gloves, she’s not so happy to see them. Strange humans huh? XOXO – Bacon

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  4. easyweimaraner

    I feel with you Shoko, sometimes humans are crazy when it comes to gifts. My staff was also not happy about the mole I brought them… and I had to dig a tunnel through the whole back yard to get that thingy… no good deed goes unpunished, huh?

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  5. Nerissa's Life

    Peeps, huh?

    I’m a chippy man, myself. Very rarely do I ever catch birds. Almost never. But I’ve been bringin’ chippies home like clockwork this summer. I don’t kill ’em though. I let ’em loose in the house. Then I kick back and watch the peep tryin’ to catch ’em and let ’em back outside. Good times.

    Purrs,
    Nissy #Niss4Senate – tell the PM, today.

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