What? It's only 8:30? I have played music at chapel, mooched coffee from Mike & Cindy, met the school bus, set the trash out, pruned shrubs, shoveled mud and disposed of a severed mouse corpse. Now, let the day begin!
Before I ventured out on this dark, rainy morning, I conducted my morning's routine surveillance of what may have transpired during the night. Often, there will be tell-tale evidence of cat and mouse games and today was true to form. On the floor near the foot of my bed, I noticed a decapitated, but otherwise whole, mouse. Since I was running a little late, I chose not to deal with it then. When I got back home, all I saw was a head, two feet and a tail. This meant the rest of the little whiskered rodent was either devoured or playfully cuffed around, only to be discovered by me during some future time when I am most unsuspecting. Neither scenario holds any appeal, in my opinion. While I detest finding little body parts lying around in my home, I've been glad my cats have shown no interest in eating their prey, due to a conversation with their vet who told me that if they eat the mice, they will without a doubt have tape worms. Mind you, I have studied those colorfully graphic, larger than life posters in the vet's office and they are not pretty! These are the images I see with my mind's eye (or...in Superman talk: X-ray vision) whenever Clementi and Clara Schumann Cat are near me. I hope these images fade soon.
Meanwhile, the rest of this busy day is calling me. . . . . .
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