… and I feel like such a heel. I just saw my cat Snoopy go up the back deck stairs so I thought he might like to come back inside. Got up to let him in the back door, and he comes trotting back down the stairs, turns the corner and heâ€™s got a chipmunk in his mouth. <sigh>
I say to him: â€œI canâ€™t let you in with that buddy. I appreciate the gesture, but itâ€™s not coming inside.â€
He meows with the thing in his mouth, with such a look on his face. We stand and stare at each other a minute. Me wishing I could let him in with it and make him happy, him thinking, â€œWTH? I caught this for you mom!â€
So I closed the door on him and he stood there a little while longer then walked away back up the stairs to leave it on the deck instead.
Update: He’s come back down the stairs and decides to leave it at the back door before he comes in. Wise choice. Now I have to get rid of it before the dogs decide to eat it.