Saturday 7 July 2012: Prey
In the old days cat's used to hunt mice and voles and things like that. In this modern technological age though they have realised the value of power. Hence this morning I found Molly sitting on top of a pile of freshly caught D type batteries. Having now confiscated them I have realised that the reason she was able to catch so many is because they were almost flat, past their best, ready for the scrap heap. I didn't tell her that though, it would just have upset her.
Watched the womens tennis final. It turned out to be much better than the first set suggested it would be.
And I think we have had a bit of a taste of the rain that has been lashing the rest of the country for the last 48hrs.
you: what are you wittering on about?
me: just the usual
you: cat's hunting batteries?
me: how else would you explain it?
you: you left some old batteries on the couch and the cat decided to sit on them?
me: oh yeah, that would explain it too.