Mommy has been very tired lately, and sort of crabilated (she says it's because she's so busy and hasn't had a chance to enjoy her summer). So Bert and I sat outside and really thought about what we could get Mommy to make her feel better. And then - lucky us - the answer ran right by us! A big juicy mouse!
Well, I won't lie kitties, it took a bit of time for us to catch that mouse, but eventually we did - all the while Mommy was sitting on the porch saying "don't kill that poor mouse". Now I'd like to say that we brought it right over to Mommy, but I did play with it for a bit (I thought I should make sure it was good and dead) - and again Mommy kept chatting at us "stop playing with that poor dead thing". Then Mommy went back inside and said "don't you bring that gross thing in here" - I'm sure she really meant was "I'd be delighted if you would leave it for me to almost step on in the morning" - so we did!
When we heard her scream in the morning - we knew she'd found our present. Somehow I don't think all our efforts were appreciated!
The good news is that the super hunter himself - our friend Skeeter gave us an award. I'm not sure if it's because of my hunting skills or not, but we sure are honored!
We'd like to pass it on to young Fagin (we're not sure if he's had his own award yet), another mighty hunter Goldie and his pacifist sister Shade, another couple of serious predators Eric & Flynn and all the Tough A** Torties.