Our cats have truly evolved into natural born killers.  Every morning I leave for work, I cringe as I open the screen door dreading what beast I may find in the driveway.

This morning it was a tiny baby bat.  It reminded me of the bat scare we had a year ago, when I took the decomposing bat to the Health Department to test it for rabies.  The bat was practically mush, so they couldn’t test it for anything.  I was afraid of everyone in the house getting rabies, but the vet said it was unlikely.  So, this year, I just scooped it up with a plastic bag and threw it in the trash.

Next to Thursday’s dead mouse.  Thursday night when I was letting Bailey back in, I noticed that she skulked quickly into the mudroom.  I saw that she had a dead mouse in her mouth, so I screamed until she dropped it, kicked her back outside, yelled at Grammy to get back into the house so I could properly contain the dead mouse.  Grocery bag, into trash.

At least these tiny rodents, winged or not, are more easily contained.  It’s the rabbits that are a problem.  The innards strewn across the driveway, and then the search for the remainder of the carcass are the more daunting (and disgusting) tasks.  It’s always interesting to see which bits don’t get eaten…

When will winter come?