I’m not sure why cats feel they must lovingly share their kill with their owners, but I should focus on the “lovingly share” part and appreciate the generosity. When that sharing involves bringing the kill through the cat door, it’s a little more difficult to focus on the “lovingly share” part. But when that “kill” is not yet dead and scampers away as soon as it’s limp, dangling paws hit the floor, the apprecation is only a vague, theoretical possibility.
We had chipmunks in the basement on a regular basis for a couple of weeks. The big question: where do they live while they’re stuck down there?
During the workshop-redesign-and-rebuild-preparatory cleanup yesterday, the answer was made manifest: in the carpet padding we’d stored under the work bench.
