So this morning greeted me with some great comedy relief. A mouse got in the house and smokie got him good. You would think that he would bring it to you as a gift like most cats do but no he has to play with it and play with it he did. Down to the bedroom with it and Polly starts beaking at him telling him to drop the mouse, i don’t know about anyone elses cats but this one don’t listen to well. He runs under the bed with it and surfaces on the other side missing the mouse so he starts searching and searching all the time Polly with a bag telling him to put the mouse in the bag. Finally the mouse gets dropped by the other cats who all look at the mouse and decide that no effort is the best effort and don’t move. Polly makes another feeble attempt at catching the little mouse and gets into the bag where it wiggles and down goes the bag and out goes the mouse.
Finally another attempt is made with some success and off to the front door to release the mouse. Smokie spends a while looking around and finally goes to sleep for the rest of the day.
So on the health front only in the big toe which is painful enough to confine me to the house again as i wait to see the Dr next week.
