I love to watch the kitties pounce

Looking out the window into the backyard, I just saw a cat out there. We don’t have a cat (or a dog, for that matter), and never will, due to someone’s allergies, but there are a couple of cats who I sometimes see in our backyard. They slink along the back fence line (which should probably be called the weed line, as after the curbing it just turns into about 4 feet of big tall weeds before the barbed wire fence) waiting and watching. Then, if they are lucky, they pounce. I’ve seen a few happy ones carrying what looks like a limp mouse, and I rejoice. Come again, little happy cat! Remember the yummy mice, and feel free to come any time you’d like. Tell your friends!