my cats love me

as they snooze together, sitting next to me on the futon, and obviously dreaming of chasing and eating small prey (the twitching and smacking of the lips gives that away)...it reminds me of this summer. each caught two chipmunks and brought them back to me with that "Aren't you proud of me? I caught us dinner!" look on their faces. Only 1 chipmunk died. Only 1 actually made it into the apartment, in which case it was brought promptly to the kitchen near their food bowls. It's good to know that if there's ever a famine, I have them to rely on.