... would bring me a live, wriggling mouse in her mouth while I was up late reading in bed. SO thoughtful, a midnight snack for mommie!

Sometimes our outdoor mouser, the faithful Lucretia, brings us (quite dead) offerings (as all really good cats are wont to do). She displays them where we cannot miss seeing them, at the foot of the back step JUST where a descending foot must land. But I was surprised and quite impressed to find that she only does this when we are at home: we came back from vacation and found not a single one, but they custom had been resumed when we looked, the next morning.

~S~