I looked out my window this afternoon to see this.
This is not my cat.
As I watched, the following occurred....
That is definitely my mouse. My sweet mouse who lives underneath the bird feeder. She hangs out with the mourning doves in the afternoons and eats seeds that have fallen out of the feeder. I can't believe it.
This evil cat has killed my mouse and left it and has now parked herself directly underneath my bird feeder. The feeder where all my resident birds come to eat and hang out. Including my beloved Harry Winston.
Over my dead body. I head outside.
I am very upset about my mouse. VERY UPSET.
Suddenly a tiny bit of motion catches my eye. I look over.
There she is sitting in the shade beneath some trees. Curled up like she actually belongs here. I chase her away screaming.
I do love animals but....this cat.....I am really NOT A FAN.