Vole Jerky

    We are dog people.  Or at least we were until last July when this sweet, cream-colored kitten adopted us.  After much discussion, we named the little guy Rusty.  As winter has dragged on, Rusty has become quite the handsome cat.  Now this spring, his hunting instincts have fully kicked in, too!  His current favorite is voles.  I see him through the window, dragging them out of the ground and then tossing them in the air and batting them back and forth on the sidewalk.  Eventually, the 'toy' stops moving and is either consumed or hidden someplace for consumption later.  The circle of life, I suppose.

    But, like squirrels and their hidden stash, Rusty obviously forgets where he has hidden some his treats.  One of our dogs, a black miniature poodle named Cajun, brought something in the house the other day.  It looked like something non-consumable and it was crunching as she chewed it.  This was not a good sign so my daughter, Lara, and I used a beefy dog treat and managed to lure Cajun away from her treasure...the sun-dried remains of a vole...vole jerky!  Gross.