If im not playing dead what the hell is the point

Today I got to go on one of our runs to more rural shelters to help relieve overcrowding there. We ended up bringing back 21 kittens and 10 dogs. So fun day. But this morning, while I was getting stuff together in preparation for the 90 minute drive…. This happened.

Excuse you Tiniest Opossum, but you are NOT allowed to escape through the front bars of the cat carrier we were housing you in. I’m going to put you back.

“NO!”

I am going to catch you and put you back and you have no say in this matter.

“NO!”

Catching you and putting you back now.

“NOOOOOO!”

Aaaand back you go. Let go of the purple towel and go in the cardboard box.

I dreamt that there was a show called “Dadbeard the Pirate” which was about a middle-aged pirate captain who suddenly had to raise two daughters that he didnt know he had. 

One was the daughter of a noblewoman and was classically trained in swordfighting and sailing, the other was the daughter of a tavern wench and had a lot of practical experience around shipyards. 

Dadbeard himself was bewildered at his role as a father but supportive of his new family. Episodes focused on the castmembers learning how to get along with each other while engaging in typical pirate activities, I.E. attacking trade ships and searching for treasure.