This morning I rolled out of bed and mosied into the kitchen only to stop, glance back into the living room, blink a couple times, then nearly shriek! I love my cats, but I DO NOT love the presents they bring me. My dear sweet Tazzy, who just recently learned how to use the dog door, seems to have come into the idea that she needs to either earn her room and board, or she simply wants to show me she's thinking of me because, this morning I found, neatly set out on the rug for me, a dead baby mouse. Not only that, but while I was writing at the kitchen bar counter last Wednesday, she brought home a live bird. Luckily I was able to catch the it before it flew into too many windows and release it outside where it will hopefully become a little more wary of cats. It kinda made me feel like a modern day Snow White though, cradling the poor thing out to safety. Hehe. J At least now it's safe.
Speaking of Wednesday, I had my first official critique with my new critique group in Bend. It went great and we even had a little of everything to look at too, which was really nice. ^^ There's some great writers in our group and I can't wait to see what they bring next time! Speaking of writing, I should be getting back to mine. I hope everyone is having a great weekend and staying cool with these toasty temperatures here in Oregon. Until next time! ^^