A few weeks ago, when Huckle was driving me nuts by chirping through the house while everyone else was asleep, I finally got up to see what the heck he was going on about and discovered in the moonlight that he was carrying around his trophy, a dead mouse. It was difficult getting it away from him, but I did.
Saturday night, I heard him chirping, but not as much and I just shooed him out of the bedroom & closed the door. I let him in again close to morning, and he started the chirping again. You'd think I'd make the connection. This time it was a baby mouse - with fur, but tiny.
I don't want mice in the house (guess it's coming on to fall/winter, so they're finding their way in somehow), but it makes me sad to think of these cute little critters getting mauled by Huckle the Hunter.
His hunting expeditions leave him exhausted so he sleeps the next 20 hours or so.
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