Totally agree.

Exceptions to every 'rule', of course.

Our first cat had been semi-feral, but we took him in, got him used to us (and neutered), six months later, adopted a female who had lived her life in an apartment.
It was fascinating, watching the two cats go outside. He would take her around and show her how to hunt. After an hour, he would bring her back and go do some serious hunting.

Currently, none of our cats 'free range', as coyotes frequent the area. I built a 16' run across the end of the porch. The cats have a flap in a window panel which gives them access to the run. The two "J Boys" (Jake and Jasper) seem to be the killers. Any mouse stupid enough to get into the run tends to get eaten then chucked up in the porch. :rolleyes:

Oh well.

Les

I have not seen any of our outdoor cats in about 3 months..... good riddance. 15 years ago my girls grandparents gave them two cats (one male...one female). Our cat population since then ranged from 2 to 12..... I think we are finally rid of them and their 20 pound bags of cheap catfood. ;):)

The op's problem was not seeing frog because of the cat, but the chardonnay.
In any form whatsoever it's bad news and will bring ill luck.

I suggest a decent Southern Hemisphere Sauvignon to settle the nerves.

I'm trying to keep our cats in at night during the bird nesting season.
It ain't easy.
One is a ground hunter(3-5 moles:)) hit by a car and I don't worry about him, but the other one is a wild boy.

The trick(I hope) is to feed them light for dinner, and then when they come in for the evening.

I wish my cats would explore the outdoors. They like the comforts of home and prefer to vomit fur balls while safely inside.

blook, blook, blook

HARGGRAAAPPHHHHFFFLAP!!!

Yep, that's a fun noise to wake up to at about 3AM...

Nothin' better than stepping on a warm, fresh hairball in the middle of the night.

We have two Shi-tzus and a 30 pound yellow cat. When the cat was a kitten he learned to use the dog door downstairs. For years now, we have been entertained by the flapping of wings, the screaming of baby bunnies, and full-grown rabbit carcasses strewn about the dining room. Apparently Sam, the older of the two dogs, enjoys the crunch of rabbit and bird heads, as that's the only parts he'll eat. Frank, the younger dog will generally heard the live bunnies into a corner and hover over them until we grab them to take them back outside. Last week, Frank took it upon himself to grab the baby rabbit by the neck and take it outside by himself.
Good dog, Frank!

I've decided if they bring another live baby wabbit in the house, i'm keeping it to fatten it up and eat it myself.

hahahhahahha!! on the bright side..seeing it typed out never gets old!