Smokey Bones caught a nice big rat and called us in early one morning to see it. (It was dead, by the way). She decided she had no more interest in it and let us know she would relinquish her prize for us to do with it what we would. Of course, that meant Steve immediately disposing of it. GROSS!
On a related note, last night (our anniversary) Pooh came around in the middle of the night. She started meowing every once in awhile as I could hear her pacing back and forth between our room and the next. It woke us both up and Steve said "Ignore her, she's just hungry." Well, she wouldn't be ignored. She started meowing Louder. "Are you sure she's hungry?" I asked sleepily after awhile. "Maybe there's something wrong." Meanwhile, she's meowing and meowing, and heading toward our room again. "Yeah, she just wants food." Steve said between mini-snores. And then Smokey was in our room, MEOWING! "Look, you guys, LOOK!" And so I looked, and she has this nice long little black snake (see previous post of our old friend) that she has laid at the foot of our bed. "She got a snake!" I hissed, and this produces the desired effect. "Hurry!" But Steve is already up and picks that snake right up (I could never do this--too many rattlesnake in the Chicken Coop nightmares) to throw him outside. "Thanks, Pooh, but we don't want you to keep catching this poor guy!" He tells Smokey, as the embattled snake writhes in a scared way. It kind of struck me as funny, actually--a Snake, afraid of US! So out he went and Smokey Bones didn't even look at him twice. She just wanted us to know what a good hunter she is.
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