Don't mess with Baby.
An orange tiger interloper thought he could make some inroads in the side yard, but Babe let him know who rules this roost. We were alerted by yowling and caterwauling outside the window. The orange kitty reluctantly skulked off as Babe pulled a Halloween Kitty and gave him the evil eye.
Then it was our turn to be the object of Baby's scorn.
We looked outside and noticed he was mousing, right out there in the middle of the lawn on this gray and cheerless winter's day. Our mothering instinct kicking in, we went out and popped the mouse out of the jaws, scooping it up and depositing it behind the house. Later we noticed Babe had picked up the scent again and found the mouse trembling in terror just beyond the reach of Baby's tether. We did something you NEVER do. Picked up the mouse and brought it inside -- into the warm cellar -- where we released the poor little thing. Are you crazy? Baby or Tiny will probably catch and dispatch it some other day. But for now, a stay of execution.
The Darwinian world is hard on the tender heart. Rid me of pestilence but don't make me watch.
Posted by: goomp | February 17, 2005 at 04:04 PM
LOL
Posted by: Sissy Willis | February 17, 2005 at 04:06 PM