Adventures of our pet mole and pigeon

Jori-Lann (fierce hunting machine that he is) brought a live mole into the house tonight to feed us poor helpless humans.
He dropped it on the floor and it scurried under Bennie’s kitchen. Well, paddled, rather. those legs are so funny – not really made for running, mostly for digging. so cute!!! He scampered around the living room, squeaking loudly whenever he bumped into furniture, until we finally caught him in a paper sack. Just a poor squeaky baby mole.

Much to the dismay of our cat and garden, we returned our baby mole to the very deep mole hole in our front yard. Our tender-hearted girl was delighted, and has been asking for a mole pet “to keep our cat company” ever since.

On another cat-hunting note, a baby pigeon found its way into our house not long after. Whether it flew in an open window or Jori-Lann brought it in, we aren’t sure. We found it huddling in a dark corner of our bedroom, very still. I left the window open for it to fly out on its own, and closed the bedroom door to keep our cat out. However, every time B and I went in to check on our pigeon, it was still in the corner and Jori-Lann had yet again come in through the open window and was laying on the bed purring. (Oddly, not really bothering the pigeon. Just hanging out. He’s a lover, really.) Finally I scooped up the pigeon and B and I set it free out the window.

There is little more delightful to a little girl than rescuing a helpless animal in need. Our cat is really enriching our lives.

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