It is a beautiful day in Colorado, and as we go through our morning routine of getting our son off to school, checking email and commenting on Facebook, one thing we look forward to is the ritual of looking out onto the back deck to see what the cats have brought for us.
Today it was a heavy rubber gardening glove. One that my husbands says is nice enough to be missed by someone! But we're not worried — if it was that important to someone, they wouldn't have left it out to be discovered by the rubber-sniffing cats. No escaped convict wearing anything made of rubber would be able to hide from these cats. What is it with the smell of rubber? We do get the occasional mouse and once in a while the sadness of a bird. But they have brought dozens of deflated balloons to our door; some reading "Happy Birthday!" or "It's a Boy!" We get latex gloves, dishwashing gloves...and yes, even a few dreaded, dragged and deflated condoms.
Getting rid of those is Joe's job.
