REAL STORY. DON'T JUDGE ME...

Real story. But don’t judge me because I choose to have a free-range cat.

For months cat didn’t catch a thing.
I caught more mice in my silverware drawer than she did…and she has an acre outside all to herself.

Since last week, when all after work meetings were canceled and I was home every night,
she has taken a particular interest in hunting.

Since Sunday, she’s brought in 3 mice and one very large bird (which wasn’t dead and I finally caught and released).
She has a special call when she brings in the dead. 
"Come and get it…come and get it.”

And I do go and get it and throw it away
(unless it’s alive) then i practice catch and release.

Last night, I heard her come in…
trot across the floor but she said nothing.
Then she came to visit.

She has a favorite spot to bring her kill (and eat it).
My suspicion was right.
There, neatly laid next to each other like stacked cord wood were 2 dead mice.

Yup, she’s listening to the chatter on the t.v. and self-preparing for the inevitable shutdown of the grocery stores.

Shine Bright.
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Rudolph