Scooter the cat, after 10 years, finally brought in a mouse and dropped it by my feet. I thought it was dead and tried to pick it up and put it outside. It was playing possum. I walked towards it, and presto, it kind of jumped up and ran away. Old slow feet here, couldn't trap the little guy. So he ran under my bed. oh goody. Now I and scooter the cat are on "mickey" patrol. just to get him out of the house.
The adventure continues.
