09/15/2025
Got started at my usual o'dark thirty this morning, flipped on the kitchen light to see 3 cats Creamcycle, Baxter Bear, and Joshua Jeremiah and my constant companion Jenni, an elderly Poodle, surrounding an early morning kill. Each trying to claim what I assumed was a mouse. Living in the country, in the woods, in a 45 year old house, they do find their way in. On closer examination what I thought was a furry varmit, that had come to the end of its mousy circle of life, was in actuality a piece of broccoli, Mama missed when cleaning up dinner last night. Time for better glasses I guess but at least I can rest easily know the hunters are risking life and limb protecting us from broccoli attacks in the night.
