I know that somewhere out there ingenious people have installed “kitty cams”, not out of paranoia, but just plain curiosity. What do our feline (or other!) friends DO when we’re out of the house? Assuming all but one of the hours in question includes “sleeping” or “moving to catch a new sun patch”, it’s an occasional musing of mine too.
Thus, last night’s INTRIGUE. I arrived home late from school to find an assemblage of Ginsberg’s kitty mice lying together, all in a Mouse Conclave, perhaps concocting a nefarious revenge plot. How they were collected this way is beyond me, because when I sweep the floor weekly I always find them in every nook and behind every piece of furniture where they’ve been hurled to their doom.
Moreover, I was clearly interrupting some sort of important game involving the pile of mice, given the annoyed look and flicking tail I got when I turned the key and switched on the lamp. Ha!