Goalie

I guess that would be my position, since my forte is to catch the ball. But then I run with it, and if there is a treat promising to come my way, I put it down on a designated spot. Only to take it back seconds later, but still. Maybe that's a different sport? American football? Or quidditch? I sort of fly...

Bird parts and dead mice keep appearing in our yard. At least two cats besides Molly call it their turf, so the culprit could be anyone, really.