That cat is not a kitty.
Zoey calls pre-school “pretty school.” I’m never, ever going to correct her, and I hope she never, ever changes her way. It, like, “Did the rain fly away?,” is one of my all time favorite Zoey-isms.
On Day 1 of AK Pretty School the director tells me, “AND, recently we had a lynx visit us out on the playground!”
“WOW!” I replied thinking, I must not know exactly what a lynx is, otherwise his excitement about a wildcat trolling the area where sweet three-year-olds (mine included!) recess would seem alarming.
So, I went home and googled it. And I do know what a lynx is!
So, on Friday, I asked Ms. Erica if the lynx sighting was a one time thing or … And do you know what she said? She said, “Well, you know the big rabbits that hop around the parking lot?”
I nod soberly. “We’ve been finding their insides strewn all about our outsides.”
“What?” Begs my cocked head.
“On the slide, under the big toy … ” Then she goes on to say, “And, we’ve seen him again, three or four times. We think he must have a den nearby.”
I’ll be the lady watching recess, like a hawk, from the top of my car, with a crossbow.
You think I’m kidding?
Like a hawk, wild thing, like. a. hawk.
Keepin’ Pretty School Pretty,