So, I’m on the phone to my mom and I hear a cat’s muffled meows coming from outside.
I get up and glance out. Ah, Lorelei caught something and is talking with her mouth full. I can’t see what she’s got, the table is in my way.
I walk outside and around the table to view her catch (and hopefully save it if it’s not too late).
She has her prize laying in front of her. There’s no bringing it back to life. And she’s just as proud of herself as any cat could be.
As I look down, I try not to laugh, I don’t want to hurt her feelings.
I mean, after all, she did chase this thing and she did carry it all the way back to the patio. She did subdue it to the best of her ability.
This dried up old leaf off of the liquid amber tree.