The Teasing of the Shrew

I swear, now that Sufie has an audience she's gone into high hunting gear. On Friday she brought me a shrew -- a blind, black, confused, squeaking little shrew. Again, I donned my trusty oven mitts and went in for the capture. The shrew offered no resistance, except that after releasing the beast the mitts reaked of something horrible. I don't know if shrews are scented or if this guy peed on me, but the mitts had to be doused in dish detergent and stuffed in the wash. Sufie, no skunks, please.

A Visitor

An upset! Today a marauding kitty came onto Sufie's property. There was no hiss or spat. Sufie just ran through the open door at top speed. For the next ten minutes she was puffed like a sea sponge attached to a bottle cleaner.

I saw the kitty. He was quite handsome. Round yellow eyes, pretty gray tabby stripes. I told him to go on. Scat. He did that stop, start thing -- looking back at me. That means he'll be back, the rogue.

Sufie posed for this picture this morning next to the flowers I got for my birthday.

My Birthday Present

Today is my birthday. Sufie, my cat, brought me the gift of a live chipmunk. She cornered it in the bathroom. The electric excitment she had chasing that poor chipper ricocheted throughout the house. The moment I heard the scuffle I knew exactly what was happening.

I whooshed Sufie from the bathroom, donned my oven mitts and went in for the rescue. The chipper dashed alternately between the back of the toilet, the sink and the magazine rack. Once, I was squatting in front of him, about to close in, when he vaulted over my mitted hands and dove between my legs.

Ultimately, I won the chase. I put the chipper back on his wall, but he was so upset he dashed across the patio and dove three feet into the ivy. So tonight I shall celebrate my birthday with filet mingon on the grill not roast chipmunk on a spit, much to Sufie's chagrin. It was a nice gesture though.