Our first gift

Ady, our oldest cat, has now been an outside cat for about two months. Morgan and I knew at some point, since cats are hunters, that she would inevitably bring home "gifts". Tonight we received our first.

We were laying on the couch and heard some crying at the door. I opened the front door and sitting in front of me, with my kitty so proud, was a slice of a roasted potato with barbecue sauce on it. I nearly fell over laughing. Don't get me wrong, I much prefer this to a mouse or lizard. I'll take a potato any day.

Good kitty.