MomCat came upstairs last night making her mouse call, deposited a mouse of dubious life stage, with his hair all mussed and damp from her saliva, beside her food dish and, her job done, started to eat Friskies. By the time I’d gotten my gloves in order to pick up the mouse and convey him back outside to resume his life or, if dead, be eaten by possums and ‘coons, he’d disappeared somewhere into the hole underneath the kitchen counter. Ah well-
Here’s MomCat this morning-