My little kitty bringing me a "present" this morning. Since she is 100% indoors these presents always consist of what is left of her favorite toy mouse and delivered with great fanfare...sometimes in the middle of the night. Smacky is 13 years old and she's loved both ears, the nose, one eye and most of the fur off of him. His remaining fur, as is his tail, is pretty stiff from years of cat spit.
I will hear my kitty coming from the other side of the house meowing loudly, though somewhat muffled because her mouth is full. As she gets closer, she gets louder. I can tell how fast she is traveling because the shot inside her little friend is rattling up a storm. Rounding the corner, tail held high, still meowing, she proudly trots over to me and drops Smacky at my feet. Naturally I make a huge fuss over her which makes her a very happy kitty and me a very happy kitty-mommy.
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