Woken up at a little after five in the morning by happy, smacking, nomming sounds, I regretfully groaned my way out of bed in time to catch Magic finishing off the last bits of a rat.
I'm a little torn, here. (Not as much as the rat was, though. heh). On one paw, way to go and fulfill the reason we domesticated your species, old lady. I love that Magic does not act 13. I mean, she sleeps quite a lot, but that's kind of redundant since she's a *cat*, and really she's still about as active as she was when she was three. I continue to miss Fenris daily, and a lot. I'd as soon the remainder of my long-term companions stick around for awhile, ok?
On the other paw, there was a *rat* in my *house* for her to get. I'm pretty certain the ol' girl was not inspired to go hunting in the wilds of outside, or even under the house, in the middle of the night in a rainstorm. So yes, rats. I believe that the appropriate response here is "Do Not Want." But hey, I am protected by a stalwart lady-mouser and a homicidal psycho jungle cat, what's to worry about, right?
I'm a lot more concerned about the ants moving back inside for the winter. It happens every year. Sigh.
On the other other paw? I absolutely adore autumn. I love the storms. Oh yeah, Nature, bring it on.
