Yesterday, as I puttered around the kitchen preparing to cook dinner, I noticed Bingo happily trotting around the yard with the biggest mouse I had ever seen hanging from his mouth. (They are getting bigger and bigger!) I applauded silently from the window, and returned to my dinner prep. A few minutes later I went out into the garage/pantry for some needed ingredients, and nearly stepped on the aforementioned mammoth of a mouse! Bingo came rushing over from where he had been eating (go figure) his dry cat food. I praised and petted him, then informed him he had exactly 30 seconds to take that thing away before I did. He purred, sniffed the mouse, and walked away. So, armed with a plastic bag I picked up the dead (yet still warm and squishy) critter, wrapped it up, and tossed it in the garbage; then I cooked dinner. Ahhhh, the joys of country living.
Pssst, when the mice get really big they are called rats ;) Around here any "gifts" get promptly fed to the snakes. Good kitty though!
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