Here kitty,

Well, let’s see, I wrote about the snake in the house. I haven’t told you about what else happened.

Sunday morning, I was in a hurry to get to church, I was running late, screaming at the boys to get ready, trying to find shoes, and every thing else. I finally got ready, grabbed my purse, and started out the door. I reached in my purse for my keys, and didn’t find the keys right away, what I did find was cold, furry and dead.

I jerked my hand out of my purse, screamed, and threw the purse.

When I got enough courage to look in the purse again, I found a dead mole. Evidently my kitty went hunting and caught her mama a prize, and left it in my purse where she knew I would find it.

What a great kitty.

Blesssing– it wasn’t alive.