One of two things are happening, regarding the traps we set:
Either the mice aren’t fooled,
or the mice are all gone!
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Steve cat keeps bringing up the rear, dropping rat after rat at the back stoop. He’ll leave them there so I’ll find them on my way to water the plants in the morning, and twenty minutes I’ll return to the stoop to find nothing left but a bloody liver.
I don’t know for sure what he’s trying to tell us, but I have a feeling it’s Steve’s way of telling us he’s a bloody badass cat. I kind of believe him. One bloody trip to the trashcan at a time.
and follow the adventure:
I like that you know who (wildlife wise) is living in your neighborhood. I’m short of that these days.
Love + a
PS chase scene!