Good Kitty

Our cat is a tiny little thing - 4 years old, weighs about 6 pounds, if that. All black except for a few small tufts of white hair and a little pink tongue which she sticks out when she's happy. She is well fed, spoiled and loved.

Kitty is an excellent mouser and definitely earns her keep (as if she really had to) as lately, she's been eliminating the little family of mice that have made our home theirs.

The last one was so small it could easily fit in a tablespoon. Mousey was tired of playing and wouldn't run so Kitty could pounce. Kitty, bored with the now slow game of soccer mouse gave it up so the dog could have her turn.

I had to step in and end the game, party pooper that I am, cause well, the mouse was just so darn cute.

And because the previous two mice left for us were not all there. Just the hind legs and the tail were all that remained.

Yuck.

Let me repeat for my deaf readers. YYYYYUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK.

I guess the juiciest tidbits are in the front half of the mice. Greedy Kitty.