Good Morning Gentle Readers,
The New Cats left this on the porch in front of the door this morning.
Worries me a little too because cats are pretty susceptible to rattlesnake venom.
That thing on the end of the tail that resembles Satan's cloven hoof is the underside of the rattle, there are two and a third is forming. Old Wives say one rattle for each year of life but the number of rattles is directly correlated with shedding skin and overall growth.
The two-brother tag team has systematically rid the Casa of every last vestige of varmint, rats, mice, and those loathsome, Black-Plague-infected, ground squirrels. And they're just dinky unimposing things. Smallest cats I've ever seen. Except I think they're both on drugs, bouncing around like Speedy Gonzales on a hot skillet.
Getting rid of the vermin has had a remarkable effect on snake visibility. No food source and the snakes go elsewhere to hunt. Except this one. Maybe. Those two may have dragged it in from elsewhere. 2007 is the first year in a decade that TWC hasn't shot at least one Western Diamondback. I blame the New Cats. Well, I 'spose they ain't all that new anymore.
Guess we'll renew the contract for another six months.