...our cats are the rulers of all that they see!
While the two 17 year-olds rarely show enough energy to take advantage of our marvelous back yard, the two younger ones, Max and Gina, spend nearly every waking minute (all 6 or 7 of them per day) outdoors, when given the chance. Max is usually content to simply laze under the shrubs or roll on the warm deck. Gina is the hunter of the family, often found stalking bugs of varying sizes and smells. Just yesterday she "blessed" us with her first official big game kill: a mole. While we were on the phone with our son in the States, she ceremoniously delivered her Cargo of Carcass to our feet, in the house. The poor little mole was at least partially still alive when delivered; I rushed him outside and deposited him in the yard next door where he hopefully has recovered, with one heck of a tale to tell his grandmoles. Gina, as you can imagine, was none too pleased with Dad - if this is how he thanks her for such hard-earned gifts, she just might think twice before bringing us another. Or so we hope.
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