When we first moved in 2 or 3 of the local terrors would come and visit our front door. They would meow and beg for food thinking the new kids in town might be dumb enough to feed them. It wasn't too long after that, that I heard the strangest sound. I thought one of the cats might have been dying right in our backyard, maybe a horse trampled it or something. Turns out, the neighbors goat bleats like a screeching, dying cat. Not exactly what you'd expect a goat to sound like.
p.s. Who has goats in their backyard for pets...rednecks
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LOL! best redneck wednesday yet!
ReplyDeleteI look forward to your Wednesday posts every week. Thanks for keeping me laughing. Miss you girlie.
ReplyDeleteNoelle :)