We live right next to a pretty large feild. A few nights ago it started getting cold and we even have snow on the ground right now. That means that the field mice find there way into our nice warm house. I noticed one the other day and thought, Oh no, with two cats in the house I may be finding a dead mouse now and then. Yahtzee, our black cat even started to camp out in the kitchen watching for them. Then it happened...We're in bed watching T.V. when we hear him race down the hallway to our bedroom like the devil himself is after him. He leaps over my husband and into my lap where he dropps a twitching half dead mouse, as if to say I love you Mom. I brought you dinner, and it's still warm and kicking. It took everything I had not to get sick. I thanked him and took the poor thing outside to pass on in peace. Then I washed my bedding. I still hear the sounds of another one in there somewhere. I'm sleeping very light these days. God, forbid he brings me another little gift as I sleep.
