Well shoot. It was bound to happen, happens every year with our Britches, who is the last feral alley cat we will adopt and let remain an outdoors cat (if we have anything to say about it. Sometimes the Manitou has other ideas). Last evening Britches brought us up a plaything and begged us to come play with her, just like in the old days when we lived in an upstairs apartment and she and MomCat would would bring mice up for us to play with. Poor BunRab.