Mother’s Day and Peter

I had a lovely Mother’s Day this year.  The girls made me nice cards and the boys filled out little “questionnaires” about me for co op.  I wanted to share what the boys had to say.  (Their answers are in bold)

Handsome Dude:

My mom is 12 years old.

My mom weights 14 pounds. (Score!)

My mom’s favorite color is blue and orange. (Nope!)

My mom always says, “Be Quiet!” (Yup!)

My mom cooks the best chili.(It is Nalley, lest any of you are impressed.)

My mom’s job is to clear the dishes. (Surely I have a bigger purpose than this? 😉 )

My mom laughs when we do something funny.

If my mom had time, she would love to play sports with me.

My mom and I like to pet our cat.

My mom really loves cats.

I LOVE my mom because she feeds me. ( I try to feed him.  He is never satisfied.)

Little Dude:

My mom is 31 years old.  (Nailed it!)

My mom weighs 1 1/2 pounds. (hmmm  . . . )

My mom’s favorite color is  pink and purple. (Little Dude thinks all females love these colors only)

My mom’s favorite food is rice. (Not at all.  But I cook it often.  For it is cheap.)

My mom always says “Brush your teeth and go to bed!” (Bed time. ‘Tis glorious.)

My mom cooks the best cookies, brownies, and cakes.

My mom’s job is to cook food and fold laundry. (Pretty much.)

My mom laughs when I talk weird.

If my mom had time, she would love to go to the store for food. (Seriously.  The boys are always hungry.)

My mom and I like to read books and cook dinner. (This is true.  Little Dude loves to read books with me and always asks to help me cook dinner.)

My mom really loves me! (He’s right.)

I LOVE my mom because she reads books to me.

Aren’t my boys presh?

And “presh” is how cool people, such as myself, abbreviate “precious.”  FYI.

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My Dad got me foil wrappers for Mother’s Day.

He finds himself to be quite the humorous fella.

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I have some sad, sad, sad news.  Back in February, you might remember that our cat, Peter, went missing.

 

Well, we searched and searched and could not find him.

There is a room in our shop that we call the “school room.”  We called it thus because when I first started homeschooling, we did it there.   This lasted for maybe one month.  But it has always been called the school room since.

Not to be confused with the current school room that is inside our house.

Our poor children.  They never know which room I am talking about.

Moving on!

Last week during dinner David asked if I smelled something bad lately in the school room.  I agreed.  He said, and I quote,

“It is bad.  I think something is dead in there.”

And at first I had no idea what could be dead, but then I realized it was most likely Peter.  The cats spend a lot of time in the school room.  We keep their food and water there, as well as the litter box.  They go in and out of there often.

So, on Mother’s Day, we decided we had better figure out the smell.  And David found Peter in there.  I have no idea what happened.  He was not stuck or trapped, he was just under a table, but there were things surrounding it so we could not see him.  Every day after he went missing, we would call for him and he did not meow or anything.  So, he must have been sick or hurt.  I guess.

Handsome Dude and I were pretty bummed about it.  As you might notice from Handsome Dude’s Mother’s Day Questionnaire above, the boy loves the cats.

So, we dug a hole and he was buried.  I refused to look at him because . . . gross.  But we got a peony plant yesterday and planted it above the spot where we buried him.

So.  That’s what happened to Peter.  So sad.