grendel dog | From the Observation Deck

Pet owners will understand when I say that there is a joy to having furry companions around the house. They certainly provide me with plenty of laughs and comfort. I just got two little babies and last night when they were running around like they just had a catnip burger with catnip sauce and extra catnip catsup on the bun, I pet my 17 year old cat and was thankful for her mild, “whatever” behavior.

That is until this afternoon. As I sat at the kitchen table reading my emails, I noticed her by the door with something in her mouth. Around here, that could be anything at the moment–but oh, no–it was moving. Crap. I’ve been trying to train them to get the big ugly spiders that get in, but this thing had a long tail. Oh yeah, that salamander I saw on the front step earlier. Say adios sally dude, because even at 17 my girl has got hunting skills that would shame the tigers in Africa I’m going to see next month.

As I tried to move her out of the house to feast on said salamander, she got nervous and ended up biting down. Good thing it was outside because both ends kept moving. Gross. But a great diet plan. No way am I going to have lunch now.

So, you take the good with the gross. My new little cuddle bug Fergus and his brother Gunnar are practicing their hunting skills on Grendel’s happy tail. Here’s to a rodent and salamander free home!