...."those little critters we love".....
I have a wonderful Manx (no tail) cat, Dunbar. He hates using the litter box and only does so under duress.....he much prefers going outside. It has been so terribly cold here all week that he been under duress. He will meow at the door. I open the door. He quickly withdraws, shaking his paws, and refuses to go out. Last night, he was racing around making all kinds of racket. I just ignored him, rolled over in bed, and went back to sleep. This morning, I woke up to come eyeball to eyeball with a mouse, in two parts, on the pillow next to me..............Dunbar lying near it. (I swear he was grinning) He was so proud of his kill. First mouse we have had in years, and he is no more.
Just gotta love those little critters.