Mighty is the Mac

[klwilliams]

I may have mentioned how Mac loves to slay things in the night: mousies, big mousie, socks (both mine and Chaz's). He slays them, then warbles above their carcasses outside our bedroom door, usually around 6:00 in the morning. This morning when I woke up I noticed that one of the socks I had tossed at the foot of the bed last night was missing, and the other had moved. This morning Chaz found the missing sock, all the way in the mudroom at the other end of the house. And after he started typing at his desk in his office next to the mudroom, warbling began outside his door in the mudroom. Mac, with my other sock. Mighty is the Slayer.