My contribution to the tradition of Friday catblogging:
Local news: Two weeks ago, our neighbor Carol presented us with a package of a dozen cat toys: tiny stuffed mice made of rabbit fur and amazingly realistic. I gave one to each of our cats, who were outside assisting me in the garden, and one to Smokey, the cat we share with another neighbor, Steve. A half hour later there was a blood-curdling scream from across the street. Another neighor, Theresa, was pointing at her driveway where Smokey had deposited a little gray mouse. "It's just a stuffed toy," I shouted. She peered at it and waited until I ran over, got the mouse, and returned it to Smokey (who had taken refuge under her car when the screaming started). In a few days, all the mice had vanished, and I distributed a new batch, giving Smokey is nice white mouse that he promptly began tossing around on the lawn.
Today I got a phone call from Steve, Smokey's elderly co-owner. He reported that his daughter and her husband had arrived for a visit and discovered that Smokey had left a dead mouse on his front porch. They had taken it away with a shovel and flung it into the trash.
"Was this mouse white?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. "How did you know?"
I explained it was a stuffed mouse. He said his daughter will certainly be surprised.
It was, apparently, a week to be surprised by your cat. Check it out.