World War Three...

The battles between the two cats has settled down…some. Instead of all-out war, they engage in minor skirmishes. Charming, the intruder, buzzes our forty pound main coon, trying to get him to come out and play. Sam—a bigger, lazier cat you’ve never seen—tolerates the shaggy gray pest, but doesn’t engage. Poor baby. At least they no longer need to be separated!

Speaking of pests, Charming has become quiet the mouser. Last night, past midnight, the house erupted with noise. Hubby got up and a little while later, I heard more crashing and loud swearing. Apparently, Charming caught a mouse and the dog decided he wanted in on the action. Hubby was in the way…lol.

This is the third mouse the cat has caught this week…and the third mouse the dog has stolen. Poor kitty. All his hard work stolen by a bigger, larger bully. I don’t complain, because the dog snatches up the mice and runs outside with them, which means I don’t have to deal with the creatures.

All I can say is ewww! Mouse! Yuck!

Here is a picture of the bully…er, Max…playing in the nice weather after such a long winter. I hope everyone had a great Mother’s Day and enjoyed the beautiful weather!

 

 

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