You probably don't want to know.

Last night I was going to let the cat in to sleep on my bed and keep my feet warm. I open the back door, I can hear Yankee, but I can't see him. I think he's under the deck, so I call his name and shake his food container. I can hear his bell, then stop. I hear the rustle of leaves, then stop. All of a sudden I hear a very high pitched, "EEEP!" I finally figured out that the reason he didn't want food (very unusual for him) was because he already has some (not unusual). I told Yankee to stop playing with his food and just kill it (I didn't want it to suffer any more). This morning, Hannah was out in the yard (cleaning up the dog -- ahem) and found a little mouse. She took the shovel and picked it up. It squeaked. She put it out by the wood pile. I think it's fully not-alive now. I'm not especialy nice to Yankee for about two days after something like this happens.

what to say.....

Why is it that before I get a blog I can think of tons of stuff to blog about, but as soon as I get one I can't think of a thing to write? Weird how things work like that...