Life With Boys

Life with boys … the cats are male, so it counts … this afternoon the cat starts to meow like crazy … and this is the cat that usually does not talk as much … so I get up from the computer to find out what is up … the cat has caught a mouse … he is standing at the base of stairs … proud as can be, announcing his gift to all … he is starting to go up the stairs … with the mouse still clenched in his mouth … I really do not want to have to hunt under beds for the maybe living, but probably not critter … so I decide to cut him off … going around the back to encourage him to get away from the stairs … and I fail … he heads up a few more stairs, he is halfway up now … I open the front door, hoping he will be intrigued and investigate … the other cat goes rushing out instead (this is the cat who is allergic to fleas and is not allowed to go out) … crap … I go back in and manage to chase the mouse-grasping cat down the stairs … I grab him and throw them (cat and mouse) out the door … he is having none of that and comes streaking back into the door … still meowing and keeping the mouse in his jaw … more crap … on his tear back inside he finally drops the mouse … inside on the rug … it is warm, and wet … why is no one else ever home for these adventures?