Warbling away

As I've mentioned before, Mac likes to kill his prey then deposit in the hallway outside our bedroom while he warbles about his mad skillz. Usually this prey is one of his mousies, though every now and then it will be the larger mousie, the tiger tail filled with catnip, or one of Chaz's socks. Monday morning I woke up early, at 6:00, which is about the time Mac is likely to start his morning warble. When I stepped out of our room I saw, placed carefully in the exact center of the hallway, a small bottle of allergy pills from Chaz's desk on the other side of the house. I scooped up the bottle and put it safely away, and oddly enough there was no warble that morning.*



*Chaz did report that there was a warbling session in front of his office later that day, with one of my socks. Mac might have been annoyed at me.