There's a faint hint of skunk in the air. Not exactly a bad thing. A little bit of skunk smell can't hurt you. And truth to tell, diluted enough, it almost smells nice. The garden flowers are in full bloom this morning, and Bob is out stalking those foolish mice. He has at the moment, planted himself in front of a mouse tunnel -- we found last night by the fence. It must be a good strategy because we found two dead mice yesterday. A little bit ago he made a grab for something he thought he saw or heard and came up with empty paws. He jumped off the retaining wall and careened into the side yard in what I can only describe as a cat FIT. But soon he was back at his post. Truly Bob has lost his marbles. He has been banished from the house for taking up the hobby of spraying. This is a new turn of events for Bob. I think he caught a few mice -- figured he was one bad _ _ _ cat, and has had a personality split. I don't know the psychological term for this condition. I will have to look it up.
We also suspect that Bob is hooked on mice. A rodent head. A whisker twitching junkie. He's gotta have 'em. And he is forsaking hearth and home in order to devote all his time to catching his next fix. I'm a little concerned about what will happen when the weather turns cold and the mice disappear. I'm trying to imagine Bob with the DT's and it's not a pretty sight. Even an imaginary sight.
Look at that, I kid you not, he caught one. He's thrown it under young squash plant and his pretending it's still alive. Seems a strange thing to throw a mouse in the air. I've never quite understood this odd behavior in cats. I thought mouse tossing was illegal. I don't think Bob cares much about being a law-abiding cat. He has his habit to feed -- literally.
Well, that's the sublime and the gruesome truth in my backyard today. I think I'm going to take that mouse away from Bob, I can't stand to watch him eat it. Yuck! But the flowers are still beautiful and the faint skunk smell divine!