Scooter brought me a present yesterday morning. He ran into the living room and dropped a live tiny mouse in front of me. Did he think I wanted to play with it?? Well, me, being slowed up with arthritis, couldn't move fast enough to trap the little bugger, so I think it ran either downstairs or outside. I've got Scooter on "Mouse patrol". But I think the poor little fellow is scared out of his wit.( he's that small)
Scooter is sleeping right next to me as I type. I have the second computer chair placed so I can pet him every once and a while. animals!
ok, I'm off.
