Enough about the kids....gotta post about the cat. I'm a little behind on my posts. There are a few I haven't had a chance to post, but this one could
not wait.
Some of you know, Genie was born on a farm. Mousing is in her blood and she's really good at it. I have found many mice and birds at my back door (half eaten). The girls have sat and watched (from inside the house) Genie eat crickets and grasshoppers....loving every minute.
Not too worry...the catch of the day never comes into the house. We do not have a cat door that goes from outside to inside. Only from inside into the garage, for this very reason.
Tonight, during dinner, Genie was outside sitting at the bushes in the backyard. The girls and I were in the kitchen eating. We knew Genie saw something in the bushes. She would not leave that bush. Moving into attack position at the slightest movement from inside the bush. This went on for about 15 minutes.

The girls and I, still eating dinner, kept watching Genie. All of a sudden I saw something race from the center of the bush to the top (at the lattice). Oh my gosh I jumped up. Genie walked away with her head held down. I felt bad for her.
Leaving the girls inside, I went out to take a look. Sitting right there at the top of the lattice was a HUGE MOUSE. This was a very healthy fat mouse. No wonder Genie was sitting there for so long. I went back inside and the mouse took off somewhere deep in the bushes.
Genie went in and out of the house for about 45 minutes after this. Always going straight to the bush to check for the mouse. The girls encouraging her every time she went outside. "Go get the mouse Genie!"
Another day Genie. You will get that mouse. I know you will.
My next project....remove all the bushes and ivy from the back fence. Not really looking forward to that since I know for sure now what lives in there. Of course, my smarty pants daughter tells me exactly what I need to wear while I do this....jeans, knee highs, long sleeves, tennis shoes, gardening gloves, and a helmet. The girls also offered to help. (don't think so)