Busted

Until recently, our cats, Skimble and Tugger, were the toast of the neighborhood. Every time someone would come by and see the cats in our yard with us they would say something like, "Oh, those are your cats! They are so friendly, especially that one (Skimble). My kids love it when they come into our yard." But sadly their fan club is not far-reaching. Apparently they have been on a killing spree in neighboring yards focusing mostly on birds with even the odd cardinal amidst the list of their victims. Kind of like a Natural Born Killers feline version, leaving a path of dead feathery bodies in their wake. Well, the neighbors are, understandably, not happy about the decline in their backyard bird populations and have, nicely, asked us to do something about our roving menaces. It's not like this is a surprise to us. We've found everything from dead birds to mice to chipmunks to even rabbit legs strewn about our yard (actually mostly under the playset where they lovingly drop each carcass as an offering to us.) But I guess we didn't realize the extent of their destruction. So, as a result, they are currently under house arrest. Someone from the Invisible Fence company comes out tomorrow to give us an estimate on installing one for our cats (who knew they actually did invisible fences for cats?). We have to do something. They can't/won't stay inside all the time, certainly not with all the going in and out of our house that happens on a daily basis and within just a day or two, I'm sure, they will officially drive me crazy. Oh the shame of having a pair of serial killers living under your own roof. Perhaps we can at least contain their massacres to our back yard. Film at eleven...