One of the worst features of this time of year is that there are a lot of naive young creatures that haven't yet learnt that cats are the top predators around here. Last night, Talia (our queen Abby) struck twice that I know of.
Firstly, she came in with a small mouse. When we got her to drop it, it was still kicking, but its head had gone. Yeuch.
Secondly, about half past midnight, she came in again, and I had the fun of chasing a small mouse round on the duvet (why, oh why does she think we want here catches on our bed?). Happily, I caught it without waking Colette up, and ejected it from the house.
(Apologies for the subject line)
