A house atop a hill overlooking a rural community in Southwest VA. Who would suspect that living here are four vicious terrors?
For starters, anyone who has seen one of them dragging their hapless prey up the drive & in thru the small door on the porch.
And then they leave the mess for me. Coming home to the remains of their take in meals... feathers, fur, paws, or little bunny heads staring up from the kitchen floor.
Sigh, aren't domestic cats wonderful? A co-worker insists that if they were large enough, house cats would eat the hand that feeds them; which is, of course, why it is a poor idea to have a pet tiger.
No, this blog isn't devoted to the cats who rule our lives, with cute cuddly pictures all over the site, but they wield such influence that they will surely appear when necessary to make sure that they get the credit they are due for shaping our lives.
My wife is a fan of CSI, and I often think how bizarre it would be were a crime to occur in our house and a forensics team had to be called in.
There must be DNA evidence from over a dozen species here and there around the house.
And, yes, we'll be replacing the carpet (soon, I hope) in favor of some nice fake hardwood laminate.
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