Love the cat. Hate the presents.

Lucy is an awesome cat. She's loving and loyal and amazingly tolerant of Gumbo chasing her and Ainsley carrying her around like a baby doll, but I hate, hate, hate her love of hunting. The long spring days and warm weather keep her busy hunting dawn to dusk. Just this afternoon I was scrubbing mole guts (as in real intestines) off the kitchen floor while Hawthorne was chasing a lizard through the room trying to herd it out the door. (He finally just pounced on it himself!) I'm glad she's so damn cute and unbelievably sweet and ridiculously charming because I'm damn tired of all the critters! I even jumped back and screamed when one of Hawthorne's make-shift sock balls rolled by me in the kitchen because I thought it was a frog running for its life. Though now I'm not sure why a frog is so scary.

See. How cute is that?!

Rescued Southern Leopard Frog. This is a tiny one. Lucy really likes bringing in ones that are big enough to totally freak me out. I sent Carter to rescue one in the living room that was upside down and stretched out and totally creepy, and by the time he got there, the frog had disappeared. Who knows how many frogs, snakes, and lizards are roaming our house!

Rescued tree frog. How can she torture such cute little guys! At least they can climb walls to get away. The snakes and moles don't stand a chance unless she just gets bored!