Orville the hunter

This weekend Josh was napping peacefully on the couch and I was folding laundry. We had the windows and sliding glass door open to enjoy one of the last beautiful days of the year. The open door also facilitated the ins/outs of the cats with out the need for meowing every 5 minutes to go in or out.

When I returned from the bedroom after putting away laundry I saw that Orville had come in. And he had something in his mouth. It was a bird he had found outside. Luckily, it was very much dead and after some coaxing he gave it up. I took it back outside far from the house. When i got back he was sitting on the patio with a disappointed look on his face. Thank goodness I saw him with it, otherwise we would have found it weeks later, probably in one of his hiding spots inside the couch or behind the oven.