Lucy in the house, staring at Midnight.
Midnight in the house, staring at Lucy.
When I’m the cat and the cat’s the mouse!
The only time I can get Midnight in the house is when I play cat and mouse with him! One of the times (there have been several) he toyed with a fledgling, I left a door open, he wandered inside and blam! I shut the door, trapping him inside. This way, when I returned the baby bird to the brush under its nest, it had a fighting chance. Hon, don’t cry, “Poor Midnight” since the cat has a dog-free zone filled with a comfy bed, scratching post, a couch, and lots of cuddles and kisses. Now, if only Midnight would get the message…
The staring contest between Lucy in Midnight is funny! I love the pics above, which show them concentrating, but with roles reversed. Lucy has accepted Midnight, chasing all other cats off the property. Isn’t that nice of her? Now, if only Midnight would get the message…
This has not been a good summer for small animals!
It seems like every few days, we come across a deceased bird or small animal! What the heck is going on?! I don’t think it’s all Midnight’s doing. I wrote this tribute to one of those sad creatures.
Chipmunk would no longer chat,
Scurry like an acrobatic,
Or stand on base or be at bat.
Sad to say, he was laid out flat,
Thin and gone and, oh no, splat!
I wiped a tear and tipped my hat
Checked my car.
Did I do that?
I blame the cat!