I then graced her with a leisurely lap snuggle, with paw holding. When I got up, and she wasn't looking, I took a few licks out of her water cup, gotta keep her healthy and she gets squeamish about the healing powers of cat spit. Odd, I know.
I played killer kitty with my swing toy. Mom loves that. Then we went out on the porch to check the crop (mini squashes and tomatoes are growing already!).
And then we saw it.
Someone seems to have left a dead, yet un-mauled birdy on My Porch... It wasn't my doing. Seems like somecat was trying to outshine my gifts. Luckily Mom is a pacifist.
Happy Mother's Day!