Well, Monday marked yet another of the milestones of Spring in our household. Our cat, the queen of the household, was on the hunt. I'm never really very clear as to how this happens, I mean, don't birds fly? I'm pretty sure that cats don't fly. Even if this particular cat once could fly, I doubt she can now. She is nearly 18 years old!
Yet, there it was, the bounty of my cat's first Spring hunt...a dead bird on the floor of my office. Isn't nature a wonderful thing?
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