Yesterday I noticed the cat sitting on the rug by the door to the garage, playing with a short, thick, black string. And I thought, funny, I don’t remember seeing that string around before. And then he flipped it over.
Yup. Small garter snake. Fortunately, he had killed it before he brought it in.
We’re having a very quiet Labor Day weekend since E and I have both been sick for the last week. Well, quiet is relative; so far today I’ve helped at a funeral at church, done a load of laundry, taken trash to the dump, and bought cat food. But I’m going to veg out for the rest of the day. Really.