Got to sleep in a little late this morning due to the pets not stirring what with the gray and overcast skies.
But after I got up, I found out that the kitties hadn’t been idle during the night:
That’s right. A mouse. Under my dining-table chair. Dead, fortunately.
While they weren’t quite as proud of themselves as the last time they caught a mouse (when, seriously, all three of them met me at the door and then sat by the dead mouse looking for praise), I’m happy that they’re still killing things. I just wish there weren’t things in here to kill.
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