Our outdoor/indoor cat Sophie came prancing into the house with a field mouse! A live one. Very live. Amazingly, after praising her for being a good hunter, she let me take the mouse from her. I took the little guy out to the meadow to let him go. Then washed my hands!!
I was heading out to change the memory card in the trail cam and Sophie (our gray calico) was walking along with me (she likes to take walks in the woods with us), and Big Orange Tom was right behind her. This picture was taken moments after he realized I was there. He was focused on other things. Sophie is fixed, I am certain he is not. He does seem to have a thing for Cali girls. Hello spring. (And hello summer, since we have already had highs over 80 degrees Fahrenheit. Yuck.)
I took our dog for a walk and heard a terrible ruckus: cats yelling at the top of a tree. Not my tree, not my cats, but the Big Orange Tom is known to us. He is the king of the neighborhood and father to probably half the local cat population. We don’t know if anyone has given him a name other than Big Orange Tom, or if he has people he cuddles (he won’t let us near him). There is plenty of food to be had all along the street, so it is hard to tell if he has a permanent home.
He cornered a neighbor tortie and she was letting him know that she was not interested. He sauntered halfway down the tree and laid on a branch in a total jerk move of cat chess. We checked on them again on the return leg of the walk and they had both scampered, so no rescues needed.
Critters and Craft 