Romy was sleeping on the chair by the door and didn't even open her eyes as I came in. Her usual "oh, it's just you so I don't need to make a fuss" greeting.
Friday I had another back procedure so I came home and sleep off the "joy" juice they shoot you up with. While I was still in this twilight I rolled over onto a feather something near my head and suddenly I woke up thinking that herself had dumped a dead bird on my head. Not! It was just a a cat toy that had been dragged near as a helpful reminder of my duties.
This is getting to be the time of year when a few stupid mice end up coming into the house so that Romy can relocate them to my bedroom. She only accidentally kills them -- to her they are simply self-mobile toys. I must be vigilant.
I need to get horizontal but will tell a tale of cats and critters later.