Early this morning we had a prize delivered to the bed as we were sleeping. The muffled, strange cry as the present was being transported by mouth up the stairs was a give-a-way in itself. The mouse was probably playing dead when it was whisked outside swaddled in tissues, as it was missing from beside the back step this morning. We have a old, small attached barn with cat flap access and the hunting is good apparently this time of year. The Mouse Goddess would like to propose a truce, I doubt that Raspberry will be inclined to listen. We were not impressed, much to her chagrin. She hunted for it quite a while after the removal. She's more exhausted than usual today and was not impressed that she had to model for me.
I retired from public school teaching after happily spending twenty eight years playing in Kindergarten. Now I fill my days watching cat antics, taking endless...
I love their victory song! ...our cat Charlemagne sings all the way up the stairs dragging Snakey (a very tattered stuffed snake won at a carnival) which he deposist on the bedroom floor for his favorite human (my husband).
