Whew

They are all gone and the house is almost empty. The boy is in the shower singing his head off.

The big white cat killed a mouse. I'm so proud. I can't stop talking about what a lean, mean, killing machine my cat is. He's paid for himself and justified his existence. Not that he needed to. I would have kept him even if he played with the mouses and let them use his litter box. But he didn't. He's a killer. Mouse killer. Yes! Score.

Some vegan, eh? It's a natural thing. Cats kill mices. Cats are carnivores. Even more than dogs. And the mice can't stay, they have to go somehow. They destroy clothing and bedding and poop in your food when you aren't looking. That's not acceptable. Anyone who comes in my house and does that has to go. The mice didn't leave when I asked nicely so I invited a cat over. What can I do? hehe. love not having mice in the house is what I can do.

Ok, boy is done in shower. bye for now