So now that we are dogless, a small black cat has been visiting our backyard. It’s kind of cute, except that it has been bringing gifts to us.
Eight of them in two days. Well, seven really. The eighth was actually the sprinkler head. But it looked like a rat.
There is a phone number on the tag, and I’d like to call the owners (not that there is much they can do about an outside cat who thinks it’s being kind by bringing us offerings of rodent). Steve is thrilled that the rats are being thinned out, and he doesn’t have to set the traps.
He’s asked me to tough out the week with the cat.
He so owes me.