I can always tell when Ralph has caught a mouse. It’s usually at night, and he announces it while he carries it proudly upstairs, clenched in his teeth. Sometimes he deposits them at the top of the stairs, but if he is particularly proud of his kill, he brings it to my bed to show me what a good provider he is.
Good boy, Ralph. Good boy.
Deborah says
Another reason I don’t have a cat. It wakes you up in the middle of the night.
Brad says
Oh, the carnage at the top of the stairs. Ralph is ferocious!
Rachel says
If the mice in your house are wearing socks, it must be cold. Either that, or Ralph lost his socks on the hunt!