I’m starting to feel like our animals are staging their own production of Sweeney Todd around here.
Guinevere is fast. Really fast. No squirrels yet but she’s way into double digits with rabbits and chipmunks. Last week when I called her in at the end of the night, she wouldn’t come. I looked out into the yard and saw a large furry lump that Guinevere was clearly guarding. It looked too big to be a rabbit so I slowly made my way out. It was a possum. It didn’t look alive but then I remembered that old phrase “playing possum” and wondered if maybe it was really alive. YA was out at that point and we managed to catch Guinevere and take her inside. YA stayed in the yard (taking pictures) and within a minute the possum had raised its head and looked around. Within 20 minutes it had moved to the very back of the yard. In the morning, before we let the dog out, we checked and the possum was gone. We figure that it wasn’t injured, but putting on a good show to throw the dog off.
Nimue is also on the rampage. It’s that time of year when mice try to find a warmer spot (apparently a mouse can get in a hole that is half the size of a dime) and this year is not exception. Like most cats, Nimue isn’t even remotely interested in the mice after she’s chased them around and then killed them, but it does mean that I’ve come downstairs in the morning to find the little lifeless bodies – several of them in the last week. Unfortunately, when the cat gets busy during the night, the dog thinks she needs to go down to see what fun is being had without her. Then there is barking and some mess making. The last couple of nights, we’ve put up the gate at the top of the stairs to keep the dog from joining the mayhem.
Usually the mouse situation is a short term issue… in a couple of weeks, the mice will have found a warmer spot and the cat will stop leaving us little gifts. The backyard? It will remain an abattoir as long as Guinevere on guard!
What’s the last musical you’ve seen?