I spotted Cuddlebug trotting into our yard from the neighboring field. Sure enough, in a few moments some thumping and bumping at the front door indicted he had arrived. I opened the door to let him in and my heart sank.
The cat wasn’t alone. The mighty hunter had dropped his latest trophy onto the front porch. A fat, gray mouse huddled next to the open doorway, still very much alive and very scared.
Not wanting a mouse darting into the house, I quickly shut the door.
Due to Cuddlebug’s hunting skills, the mouse population is definitely decreasing in the surroundings farm fields. However, it’s not uncommon to find one of his catches on the front porch desperately looking for a place to hide.
Hubby and I do wonder if we have a net increase of mice close to our home.