Nine Lives and More

I really thought that cat was on her way out. For two nights Andrew and I thought we'd get up the next morning and find her. . . .

Well, as described in the last post, she rallied slightly yesterday.

Then this morning she ate about half a can of cat food AND the better part of a chipmunk she killed. I know that because the remains are deposited by the back door.

It would appear that she is on the mend - again.

Call me a believer in the nine lives of cats theory!