Yesterday morning we opened the deck door for Her Highness to saunter in and out and went back to bed. Before long, we heard a meow. Portia isn't a vocal kitty, so when she meows loudly, you know something's up.
Went to the kitchen to see that she caught breakfast. A baby mole. It was dead and she wanted to show it off to us. After we admired it, and before we could snatch it from her, she started eating it. Inside. She was actually very neat, neater than many people!
We left for a brief rock-hunting episode and came back to find Portia on the bed asleep and ... regurgitated baby mole on the carpet. Joel scrubbed it away, and you can't tell what happened at all.
Portia's outside adventures will be monitored a little more closely. At least the grand return will be!
What a hunter you have there! And how, uh, generous of her to share with you.
Posted by: mosker | Sunday, 06 November 2005 at 10:12 PM