Crazy week so far. This evening I worked at the yarn store, worked late and came home after 9pm. The hubster went to bed, and here I sit, working on handouts for a knitting retreat Saturday. Portia went outside a few moments ago, and I heard her scratch at the screen.
Often I would just let her in without looking closely, but when I looked towards the door, I noticed something dark in her mouth. She's snagged a mousie and is desperate to bring it in, show it off, and then finish it off. She's quite distressed that while I vocally praise her, I won't let her in.
Now she'll finish it off, eat a little and probably want in. I'm not looking forward to cleaning up her barfed up mouse in the night.
Snack, anyone?
Geez, here she went to all that work...Humans are so dense sometimes.
She must be feeling pretty good to still be able to catch mice at her age. Way to go Portia!
Posted by: Rustee | Sunday, 22 April 2007 at 08:42 AM
Uh...no! Unless maybe you'd fry it up with a little butter....
Posted by: Carl V. | Sunday, 22 April 2007 at 05:58 PM