Early hours of the morning I could hear something going on downstairs.
On descending the stairs at 5.15am, I was shocked to find this laid
out on the floor under the table.
I assume Arnie was the the hunter as Jake was on the bed with me at the time.
My first thought was, are the chicks OK.
Yes both alive and well.
A few days later DH phones me to say Jake has come home with a stoat.
Jake proudly displaying his catch.
Go the cat patrol you have both earned your board and lodgings
this week.
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