On Throw Back Thursday:
Seven years ago when my cat alerted me to a mouse under the heat duct, I knew in my head that there’s never just one mouse. But my heart refused to listen and I said to myself, “Of course there’s only one mouse, and when I catch that one I’m done.”
Hah! Every fall I’m reminded that there are victories but in a 111 year old house you’re never done. Thankfully there are so few mice this fall that Emmalina has not noticed them. Does this mean there are none or that she’s too old to care?
p.s. The photo at top is seven years hold. Here’s a recent one of Emmy, 12 years old now, playing with her treat ball.
(photos by Kate St. John)