Yesterday Emma brought me a gift . . . a live mouse. A big one. She got bored when it turned out to be a bit fiestier than she bargained for, and I was afraid it would be just me and the big mouse, so Ted rescued me with the Creature Reacher and flung said mouse back into the canola swaths!
So as punishment, they both (not the mouse) went to the vet clinic for shots and those horrible worm pills. Poor Squeaker was foaming at the mouth . . . Thanks to Marietta for the new kitty cage.
They weren't going to venture out. I had to retrieve them both. BTW, both are ridculously healthy.
