So, tonight, Reen-pig broke her own record and brought in three mice. One, we think, was an escapee from the Sanger, even! It had either been ear-tagged and tailed or had some very coincidental scars. That one was still alive and was released back into the wild (and hopefully won’t be back tomorrow). The other two were less fortunate. And yes, both of the dead ones ended up in my boots.
Gotta love our pussycats.
Katy thinks it’s because the weather is warming up and the mice are getting more active but are still dopey. Hopefully they’ll be able to give the cats more of a run for their money before my mom gets here or she’ll really freak out :)