I had explored, watched the forest for any signs of my nemesis those pesky squirrels, and had simply laid in the cool grass enjoying the sounds of the woods. After a while it was time to go back inside as it was indeed pretty warm.
Mom grabs up her bug spray, and iced tea and tells me, Molly it's time to go inside". Well I do know what this means but ...for a few min. I pretend I'm totally clueless.
As I was meandering around sniffing here and there, I noticed the most interesting aroma. I began doing my fierce, brave, hunting dog casting about to find the source of that fascinating scent and low and behold Mom beat me to the punch.
As I watched her snatch it from beneath my wiggling nose, I saw this was almost the greatest gift Tabby Cat had ever left me. Well except for that squirrel he left a few months ago. I let out a woebegone ~sigh~. This was a beautiful mouse that the mole, my last goodie could have saddled up and rode like a pony. I watched in disbelieve as Mom tossed him over the fence into the woods.
I feel that I must set the record straight. As many of my long time furiends know, I have always referred to myself as a Fierce, Brave, Hunting Dog. Well truth be told Tabby Cat is the true hunter in our family. I on the other hand have never killed a thing, and wouldn't really know how to go about it. I do love to chase a scent trail and tree bothersome squirrels though.
Tabby loves to bring gifts to show his great love and affection for me, and I truly appreciate each and every one. (I think he's a bit embarrassed that we're related, and he's hoping these offerings will somehow inspire me to become more of a true fierce brave hunting doggy).
Mom has over the years learned how enormous my gratitude is for these tokens of inspiration that have been discreetly placed about the yard. Mom watched in dismay the first time she saw my method of accepting my souvenir of Tabby's hunt. To Mom's horror (and eventually mine after I learned Mom's remedy for extracting the vermin from my tummy). I love to swallow (whole I might add) the mice, and moles that are my presents.
So there you have it my dear furiends and friends, I've bared my soul and have confessed my most guarded of secrets. Tabby is the hunter in our family and I am a poser. Until that day that I myself become a True Fierce Brave Hunter, I will look with wild abandon for any inspirational gift Tabby may want to leave me in the hopes of being able to become "one" with my supposed prey.
Love, Molly and my Mom