Jeepers it's cold today. Winter hath revisited ! Yesterday I was hailed upon by icy spheres from the sky. Weather...I love it.
The other day there was a strange gnawing sound coming from Morgaine's bedroom. So Ify and I went into her den and under her bunk was our delightful ( feral when he wants to be ) marbled cat-boy Scout, chewing away on half a dead kangaroo.
He growls like a lion when he eats, probably as a result of being deprived as a kitten before he came to us. So we chased him out of Morgaine's room. I was horrified, being a mother and all and imagining dead giblets in her soft bed, and Ify had to chase Scout around the house, in true comical fashion, wearing leather gloves in an attempt to catch him.
Eventually grabbing the back half of the kangaroo ( the bit Scout had brought in ) he lifted both cat and demi-cadaver ( sounds like an actress I know ) into the air and expelled both from our house.
I was running around with disinfectant and a cloth shortly thereafter.
The next day Ify took the top of his finger off on a can of catfood, so perhaps the cat-spirit was paying him back. Damn felines ! You gotta love 'em.
