Yesterday the field behind my house was mowed by a tractor. My children stood on the steps watching in rapt attention. The grass had been growing all summer long and now towered over their heads in endless waves of a grassy tide. There are a few cats that hunt out in that field every evening, so I could only imagine what a “hay” day they would have once all the tall grass was gone. Sure enough, last night the four of us watched them casually stroll through the field that had become a buffet line of mice nests.

“What are the cats doing Mom?”

“They’re hunting.”


“Because they’re hungry.”


“Because they like to eat.”

“What are ‘dey eating?”


“No, (with a chuckle) cat’s don’t eat mice, ‘dey eat catfood!”