The other day, Obi had a morning miller. I don’t know where he found it but he brought it to the living room rug to play with it. He’s pretty good at holding them by their legs so they won’t get too soggy and not be able to fly.
After about ten minutes of moth flying and kitten bouncing around the living room, the miller was grounded. It scurried under the heel of my boot to hide. Obi reached under with his paw, lifting the boot off the floor. Then he removed his paw and the boot fell back.
Paw in. Boot up.
Paw out. Boot down.
In. Up.
Out. Down.
Squashed miller. No fun.
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Obi and Oli, inspecting the squirrel bait.
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