Cats trying to please me!

These are our cats, Big Boy and Little Girl. We have had them 10 and 13 years but they really are Michael's cats and they just tolerate me. This past weekend Michael went to Alabama to help with the tornado clean up. Saturday night I was working on our strawberries sitting in my chair when Little Girl brought inside a big mouse in her mouth, still alive. Now, I have a terrible phobia of all things rodent! I thought I was being calm when I put down the strawberry bowl and jumped up and opened the French doors trying to persuade her to take it outside. Of course she dropped it and it ran to under my chair. I had to run to the bedroom to shut the door and call Ryan for help. He graciously came over and started looking for the mouse. He moved furniture but could not find it! I opened my door and there by my door was Little Girl and the now dead mouse. Thank Heavens! Ryan was there and took the Mouse out of the house. While we were sitting talking in the living room, Ryan looked down on the carpet and saw a dead bird. He also removed it for me.

Two years ago, Michael had a conference in San Francisco and they brought in a mouse and put it in front of the stove. Why do these furry pets think they need to earn my love whenever Michael happens to go out of town without me?

RABBITS IN THE HOUSE!

Who would think that these two adorable, calm, furballs would be causing me such anxiety and stress!

Last Monday night, we were relaxing in the living when suddenly Michael yelled, "Cover your eyes." I did so as I heard squealing by something and running around by the cats . . . of course right behind my chair. Of course, that set off screaming by me in the process (I have a terrible fear of mice and thought they had brought one in alive.)

Michael maneuvered me into the bedroom and shut the door. After a long time with Michael and the cats in the living, he finally came in to tell me that they had brought in a small rabbit to play with in the living room. With the commotion the rabbit ran and hid and he couldn't find it! He was hoping the cats would find it for him.

No sign of the rabbit, except Michael found a dead one outside. Now . . fast forward to Wednesday. I was working and just about the time Michael came in from school I again heard squealing from behind my chair. Yes, once again there was a rabbit in the house. Same process repeated. The rabbit dashed behind the TV. No more signs of the rabbit. Is it still in the house??????

I guess our mighty cat hunters are trying to please us or maybe feel they are protecting our lettuce in the garden from the little furry creatures.

I don't want my living room to become a wildlife refuge! How do you teach a cat to leave the hunting to outside and not play with their prey in the house???