The rain has not stopped construction here in town. As I headed east on the county road for my walk it was misting. Misting enough that the gravel trucks had their wipers on as they pulled into the city lot with a mixture of gravel, rocks and perhaps asphalt.
I was not the only one on a mission this morning. Snuggles, the sneaky quiet cat had found a rabbit’s nest. Being patient enough, and more to the point fast enough, that he snared a baby rabbit and wham . . . had it into the patio porch before Dennis realized what was going on. Of course, the rabbit was fair game for playing with it just always several steps ahead of Dennis. Now the real question . . . where in the garage did Snuggles leave it? Will there be a squeak or a smell in time to come?
Rest assured there is no shortage of what the cat’s can get into. It reminded both Dennis and me as to what happened to the key chain that had hung from the motorcycle in the garage. It’s on a green and black fob. We were very lucky to have had a spare that was locked away. One of these days us older ones here on Stauffer will have to get down and low . . . way low and look under cabinets. In reflecting, Harriet would be the one that would have played with it, watching it swing from side to side until it had enough momentum to fall off onto the floor. We have seen her in action with some of the toys in the porch. It’s in her mouth and away she goes with her treasure. Dang kids!