Cougars

Not real cougars, although I've heard rumors that they are out here.  The cats are outside.  The kid like to go outside and play with them.  Everyone is happy.  When the kids and cats are climbing around on the fallen maple, the cats look like little cougars.  M built a little Kitty Condo for them out on the back porch, so they are purr-fectly content and out of reach of old Mr. Raccoon.  And The Pathetic Doberman.

Every little girl needs a white kitty to love.  This white kitty is the one that killed the mouse.  We don't have absolute proof she was the killer, but the fact she was playing with the carcass "gives paws to competing theories," says M.  Haven't heard the mouse story?  Well, during the cold spell a mouse moved in.  I had three cats in my house, all there for the sole purpose of rodent control, and they were all locked up so The Pathetic Doberman wouldn't eat them.  Two days later, one cat managed to fulfill her duty.

 Who is this third cat?  She is Sernia, one of the original members of the D family from many years ago.  She moved in with Grandad when she, Bubo, and Scratchy (who came from my house) were terrorizing the tweety birds in our old neighborhood.  She is mostly wild now, thanks to The Pathetic Doberman.  But I managed to capture her at the beginning of the cold spell and keep her indoors with the Ying Yang cats until the ice was gone.  She was not pleased, although she does enjoy adult attention. But keep the babies away!