So, today I'm off and enjoying a relaxing morning coffee, when what to my wondering ears should appear but a great squealing racket in the kitchen.
It seems that a mole (not a mouse, no tail) found its way into my kitchen at some point and my two fearless hunters have him on the run.
I couldn't figure out why both Rook and Bishop stayed in the kitchen for most of the morning, despite the a/c being on in the living room. Usually they hang wherever it's coolest, but today they lingered in the kitchen despite it being about 10 degrees warmer in there. Now I know why.
They didn't get the mole (he's holed up under my fridge at the moment, I think) but they were hunting. Well, okay, Bishop was hunting. Rook seemed more spectatorish, while his sister got in a few good bats at the thing. No blood has been spilled yet, but I'm very proud of my little pride!
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