"In ancient times, cats were worshipped as gods.
They have not forgotten this."
Mr. I-Will-Have-What-I-Want, Now!
It's that last one that really gets me.
Our recent rains have brought a proliferation of growth in my pasture.
What that means is, more food for small pasture dwelling creatures.
|Look at those ears, aaawwww!|
That, in turn, means more babies.
I don't mind one bit when Hobbes makes a meal or two out of the mice and rats.
There will always be more. They are vermin, after all.
|Jenna, double click on this picture to see tiny toes!|
I do mind when he brings them up to the house and plays with them.
And by plays with them, I mean terrorize the poor teeny things.
|His wee head is no bigger than my thumbnail.|
This tiny one was seen by me whilst he was airborne.
|More tiny toeses!|
I was looking out the back door while talking to my friend, Deb (Hi Deb!!).
We had just been talking about her cat and mine and their penchant for capturing small animals.
Mandy, our dog was suddenly on high alert and I looked to see what was up.
This wee one was 'Up'. Hobbes was actually tossing him in the air.
I can't really tolerate torture.
My cat is only doing the job I have given him---to keep the rats and mice down around the house.
So, when he gets lazy and just wants to play (torture), I intervene.
My daughter, Jenna, and I have a huge soft spot for the "ratties", as she had pets rats as a little girl.
Jenna, these babies were beyond cute, but even this teeny, tiny tried to bite me.
Scary lady with big hands.
I'm sure he thought he's gone out of the frying pan and into the fire when I rescued him.
The commentary captions below some of the pictures are just for Jenna.
Only she will understand.
Unless you are a rat lover, too.
Then you'll get it.