Whenever I forget to tell you we'll be up to other things, I can always fall back on a photo of the cats. Gus is beat. Early this morning he caught a mole and left it at the door for us. (So far we've seen his "gifts" but it's probably only a matter of time before our feet...) A bit later we looked out the window in the right of the photo to see a deer standing there snorting and stamping her foot. Sure enough. There was Gus on the porch having a stare down with her. This afternoon he had to chase away a stray cat. No wonder he's asleep while Bertha is on guard duty.
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