We rented a house long ago near a cat colony. Our cat (named “Pwahh” — don’t ask) got out of the house one day and ended up leaving us to live there. I suppose I should have done something about it, but I figured it was a lifestyle choice and it was her right. I regret that now.
She’d come and visit once in a while, though, knowing we always kept kibble out for her. On one of her last visits, she brought us a not-quite-dead mouse. I’m sure her intention was to teach us to kill it so we could catch mice of our own. Teach a man to mouse, and he eats for a lifetime. Being human, though, we just got another cat (her name is Moonpie, but we just call her “Kitty-Boo”).
Here’s your open line.