It’s chilly outside, and most days, I want to be in my nice warm house.
Apparently, critters feel much the same.
There is a family of feral cats living under the house. Since our current (temporary) house is basically a double-wide trailer, it wasn’t too hard for them to get under there. But when the dogs started finding a way to sneak under the house too in order to investigate (terrorize) them, we had to get that hole blocked off. That’s accomplished, but the cats are still under there. The dogs somehow can smell them through the floor registers. Sometimes they will hover over the vents, sniffing and sniffing. My hope is that in the spring, I can catch the cats and get them fixed at the humane society, and then release them again. They’re handy to kill mice and moles. I just don’t want them reproducing. (This particular Mama cat is on her second litter since we moved here in July)
Speaking of mice, one little guy has snuck into the house. I’ve seen him three times now — twice on the kitchen counter and once in the living room. This morning both dogs and the cat chased the mouse all over the place. I suspect his days are numbered. I hope so.
The rabbits are cozy in the barn with lots of straw in which to burrow. The young ones, except for Brownie, have been dispatched and are now in the freezer. One or two more does will follow. Not all of our does are reproducing, and we need them to earn their keep. Besides, we have two black ones and two blond ones, and they are tough to tell apart, especially now that they all share the same large pen instead of each one in her own small cage. We’d be better able to keep track of them if we had one black, one blond, and one brown.
In the evenings, the dogs, the cat, and I cozy up together in the living room. The dogs lie on their mats and Nova sleeps in my lap while I watch TV or read a book. When the hubs isn’t busy, he joins us.
But I hope they get that mouse soon.