So I was watching the birds (the wild ones, not the chickens) this morning, sipping my tea and thinking about how nice it was to see the sun, when I saw an unusual sight. Normally we don't get squirrels here, we have corn fields and meadows and not too many trees around us so I guess they don't like it. But here one was, hopping timidly across the grass! It was all fluffy from the cold, and kept sitting up and looking around. Adorable, in my opinion, though I know squirrels drive other people crazy. Then I was distracted by my sister coming in and forgot about the squirrel. A few minutes later a movement catches my attention and I turn back to the window. Struggling across the lawn, heavily burdened, is a black cat! With what might she be burdened, you ask? With the adorable rodent I had been watching moments before! I ran out the door with a yelp and no jacket, but kitty had already rounded the corner of the house and was no where to be seen. I called and called and searched in all of the usual places, but she was gone. Then I realized that my cats were still inside this chilly morning, and that this black cat must have been the local stray. She must have been hungry indeed, poor dear; my guys stick to mice and voles. Well, I suppose she is well fed now! And I got my exercise for the day.