Not such a great day. I was all set up for a leisurely Sunday morning,paper,music,breakfast,when next door rushed out her back door because her cat had caught a mouse(a mouse we'd both helped save from him yesterday). He ran into my back garden so I went out to try and help. It went on like this for quite awhile. My garden,her garden,drop the mouse,mouse run away,and every time he found it. Until he dropped it while jumping over the fence back into my garden,and this time we really thought it had gotten away. It was no where to be seen and I really hoped it was going to lie low.
This afternoon I looked out the window,and there was the cat playing with the now dead mouse. Hours he's been in his back yard throwing it in the air,catching it and doing the same again and again. I've found the whole thing quite upsetting. I think my boyfriend thinks I'm crazy to be so affected by this,but I'm a super sensitive soul and I can't help but feel that I wish we could have saved it. I have a cat and I know their nature but it never stops me feeling the pain of a loss of life whatever form they take.
A yukky day. Ends a not so great weekend..