Okay, we’ve had a gopher in the backyard for most of this year. Done some major lawn damage, no dirt piles, but lots of tunneling and it’s just an amazing feeling when you’re walking along and find yourself starting to sink.
The cats have spent lots of hours just waiting by the holes. And sometimes they do more than wait, they’ll actually start to dig to get to this damned gopher.
Well, earlier today, Skippy caught it. I saw he had something in his mouth and went out to make sure it wasn’t a bird. I’d save a bird. I wouldn’t save a gopher.
And even though it was obviously alive, I did not save this gopher. A while later he was sitting by it, he’d killed it.
A while after that, I saw Peter had found a fine fresh nom.
Then I was sitting here trying to figure out where that set of demo plugins came from on Paint Shop Pro, I’ve had them for years and they’ve never worked and I kind of liked the idea of getting rid of it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a couple of cats by my chair, didn’t think much of it, kept working.
Then I looked down.
Oh, lord, it was the gopher. It was very, very nasty. It was two pieces held together by entrails. And Spot was just sitting there, looking at me, just as pleased as he could be. “Look what I brought you to nom!”
I got up, stepped over it, got about three paper towels, folded them over on themselves, picked the carcass up and took it out to the dumpster.
I hope I didn’t hurt anyone’s feelings.
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