I love my cats, I really do and usually they cause me much less trouble than the dogs do. So why am I up in the middle of the dang night posting about my cats?? Well, simply because I am too freaked out to go back into my bedroom! Boots the Mighty Hunter Kitty brought me a present tonight. I am quite used to cleaning up mouse entrails and bird feathers. Boots does a fine job of keeping the cat enclosure free of stupid small creatures--only the stupid or suicidal mouse would go into a fenced area full of cats!!
Don't let this sweet face fool you. It hides the heart of feline mass murderer!! Tonight, Boots outdid himself though. He brought me a BAT. Now I have no problem with bats, even like having them around. Those little guys eat a whole lot of bugs. I do have a small problem with bats in my bedroom! I have a slightly larger problem with that situation when my husband has left just hours earlier to go sheep hunting.
So with much screaming, cuz ya gotta scream when a bat is flying around your bedroom, I have shooed the critters out of the room and sealed it off--except for a couple open windows, which hopefully the bat will find it's way out of. I am praying it's not as stupid as the mice that Boots catches and I'm hanging out in the office since I can guarentee it's a bat-free zone!