being the owner of Cats, I'm used to the little pressies they like to leave. Mice, usually; some whole, sometimes just the intestines, occasionally still alive.
This afternoon I was sitting in the kitchen with the door open as DH was erecting scaffolding (more about that later) and I couldn't actually get the door shut.
The Girls decided to come in and say hello, and were shooed out. And then Daisy hopped up the step with a dead mouse in her beak. She then dropped it on the mat, and just looked at me.
I think she wanted to do a swap for some mixed corn.
This afternoon I was sitting in the kitchen with the door open as DH was erecting scaffolding (more about that later) and I couldn't actually get the door shut.
The Girls decided to come in and say hello, and were shooed out. And then Daisy hopped up the step with a dead mouse in her beak. She then dropped it on the mat, and just looked at me.
I think she wanted to do a swap for some mixed corn.
