pameladean

I was going to post yesterday that Arwen had caught the first mouse of the season. Being emphatically Lydy's cat, she brought it, not quite dead, to Lydy. But I did not post, and this morning, running up the basement stairs after moving the laundry along, I thought, "My goodness, that dead leaf sure does look a lot like a mouse; the stem is the tail, and... oh." Very small, very dead mouse. I removed it to the outdoors. I hope none of them gets upstairs, as Ari is very good at incapacitating them but even worse at delivering a clean killing blow than Arwen. We do not know who did in the one on the stairs, but I suspect Naomi, because Ari was upstairs for a considerable period before I found the mouse. Jordan is a very good mouse watcher, but is primarily a theoretician and seldom, if ever, catches any.

I don't know where they are getting in.

I'm hoping to do a series of posts talking about things I'd have written about at the time if Zeno's Manuscript had not eaten my brain. Soonish.

Pamela