Tiger, the Wonder cat zipped out in the pitch black at 4:30 this morning. He popped back at 6 for breakfast (he's not stupid) and off he went once again.
There is major construction going on next door - they just delivered a truckload of foundation cement blocks. This is a rather noisy thing.
Tiger may be sleeping in the pool shed or somewhere around the property, but he, being rather smart, is not going to move while all that noise is going on, even when called.
Mouse brains and such are (I absolutely fear to know) just a small amount of nourishment, so it is a virtual guarantee that at lunch, he will be clawing at the back door.
This is the power of the master (or more precisely his Chief-of-staff) having good food.
I do what I can. Can. Get it? I slay myself.
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