Owl’s well on the homefront

[dropcap]K[/dropcap]issMe has another story. Since he cannot speak English, let’s just surmise. Late one night, I went into our backyard looking for our Great White Hunter with Red Spots. His whimpers beckoned me to our low-fenced herb garden (too high for his super short legs to get him out, once he gets in). With a little boost, KissMe headed towards the kitchen’s doggie door.

Dim light revealed something large and furry in his jaws. Somehow, my hand made it to his collar before he jumped into the house. KissMe reluctantly gave up his deathgrip and dropped his prize. He had the back half of a squirrel.

Half a squirrel at 1 a.m.? It has been three days, and we’ve seen no evidence of the front half of that squirrel.