In Memoriam: Mr. Ducke
The Hunter
Parsnip just awakened me with a couple of loud mews. As this is fairly unusual, I got up to see that all was OK. She seemed fine, and at first I wondered what set her off. Then I saw, in the middle of the living room carpet, a rather large mouse, dead as could be. Occasionally, one somehow gets into the apartment, and my little predator wanted to make sure she got credit for her clean act of assassination. Although I am queasy about killing mice myself, I am quite happy to have Parsnip remove any such moral dilemmas for me.
The Hunter
Parsnip just awakened me with a couple of loud mews. As this is fairly unusual, I got up to see that all was OK. She seemed fine, and at first I wondered what set her off. Then I saw, in the middle of the living room carpet, a rather large mouse, dead as could be. Occasionally, one somehow gets into the apartment, and my little predator wanted to make sure she got credit for her clean act of assassination. Although I am queasy about killing mice myself, I am quite happy to have Parsnip remove any such moral dilemmas for me.