the cats, though, are having all kinds of fun

I don't often post about my cats, nor do I admit to being a crazy cat lady, though I think I've mentioned that I have Too Many Cats. Current count is ten -- our original Lulu, a petite dove gray and white tuxedo/taby mix, her four offspring (Louis, Patrick, Bandit and Miss P), the peachy tabby that was living under our trailer back in 2012 (Buddy), the feral-born brown/grey tabby-tuxedo mix (Annie), the huge ginger tabby that David gave us (Dexter), the ginger tabby we saved from Lindsay (Steve) -- and one of the strays from outside, because he doesn't seem too hot of a survivalist, Squiggy, a short-bodied brown-gray tabby.


Louis and Miss P

I've been feeding Squiggy and his pal Lenny since they lost their families. Lenny's family got evicted last July and went off to live in a tent (I never found out how that played out, if they were able to stay together or get help or what -- one of their kids used to come play with the boys), and Squiggy belonged to a guy in the half-way house next door who went off to the psych ward and never came back (the other guys in the house threw Squiggy outside.)

Squiggy

Anyway.

What crazy mouse comes to have her litter in the shelter of a house with TEN CATS. OMG, it's mouseageddon. I'm finding young mouse pieces all over the place. I think there's still one holed up under the stove. Yeesh!