Bonkers: My quintessential female calico (redundant, I know)
I know that my cat is on her last legs; she slips off the edge of the wood-box, now. This would never happen during her youth…… never! As much pleasure and pride as she takes from catching a mouse, she is apparently overwhelmed by an exponentially possible reproduction rate that has reached the tipping point. She was good, but it has been awhile since I’ve heard her, “I just killed a rodent!” yowl. We thought that we’d nip the problem, budwise, at the first sign of a possible infiltrator, and... Sign in to see full entry.