I’ve got to get another camera, I could have shown you this.
I swear, every time I’m about to post that Zoe the kitten has kind of grown on me and isn’t the terror she used to be, she comes up with another way to complicate life. I mentioned that she’s gotten into small game hunting in a really big way? Yeah, she’s been bringing them into the house. A lot. And I don’t know what she’s doing with the carcasses, I’ve yet to find one and it’s got me a bit concerned.
But this evening’s entertainment is either made of sterner stuff or Zoe’s just feeling more mellow than usual, because it’s like they’re playing race games back and forth across the main room floor. As far as I can tell, she hasn’t harmed it at all. I can’t believe this place isn’t infested.
Update: She just carried it into the kneehole of my desk. Heard her holler: I think somebody bit her.
Um…heard the mouse squeak. Briefly.
Update: Crunching noises. Flashlight. Oh, so that’s what she does with them. Wow, that’s more thorough than Click ever was. She was always picky about what part of the mouse she ate.
Kid, how do you stay so thin?
