The weather in our part of southern California has been moderating a bit
latley. It seems like our string of 100+ degree days might be gone for a
while. This means that it's much more comfortable when we get home, so
Nancy and I usually leave the back door standing open rather than just
opening the kitty flap.

Last night I got stuck working late. I was 30 minutes or so from home when
Nancy called my cell phone. She wanted me to be prepared to go
gopher-hunting when I got home. It seems one of our mighty huntresses
caught a gopher, brought it in to the house, then let it go. She didn't
see who was responsible for bringing it in, but her leading suspects are
Amelia and Tabitha. I reminded her that Harri has caught a few mice
before, but she assures me that this gopher was at least as big as Harri
(maybe a slight exaggeration there).

Once I got home I pulled each of the pieces of the sectional out from the
wall, with Miss Amelia providing her very valuable assistance. After
spending 30 minutes looking under everything that could be looked under I
concluded that Mr. Gopher had either been taken back outside by his
original captor, or had found his own way back outside.

At least, is sure hope that's the case!

Dan