Cats gone bad

This evening Sundance starting whining and talking under the table. Since her eye has been infected (I may have to take her to the vet tomorrow afternoon) I went to check on her. She had brought in a small frog and was waxing verbose over it.

I scooped up the frog and put it on the front porch. Sundance went prowling around trying to find it, so I scooped up Sundance and put her on the porch.

She came back in and prowled around, meowing and making a general nuisance of herself, no doubt waiting for one of us to go to bed so she could jump in and prevent any reading from going on.

I did finally go to bed and had just picked up my book when Tom opened the door to my bedroom to announce that the cats had brought in a snake.

It was a small but fat garter snake that Cassidy had dropped under the dining room table. Tom shone a flashlight on it from a safe distance and I picked it up -- after prudently putting on some canvas work gloves conveniently near at hand, just in case -- and tossed it out the back door.

Cats! These are definitely not the new and improved version.