Then a few hours later, I heard frantic, unfamiliar yapping in our front yard. After getting A laid down for his nap, I went out to investigate and found these two little guys with Ralph cornered in the bushes. They were pretty proud of their cat hunting skills. I called their owner, who said they must have dug out of the yard "again", and said she'd be by in a few hours for them. Yeah, sure, why not? So now, during my "nap", I'm listening to whining and the occasional yelp from our new friends in the backyard. Griffin's at the back door whining and yelping right back at 'em, and both cats are under the couch hissing toward the back door. (Don't mind the gross, smudgy glass door. I have the SWINE FLU, remember? It's a miracle I'm even able to TYPE, so forgive me if I can't yet muster up the energy to use Windex and paper towels.)
Swines and kitties and Toto dogs .... oh my.