So our cat Toby only likes to come inside when the weather is inclimate. He was in last Thursday night because it was raining. Dave was petting him and mentioned to Toby that he hadn't brought us any "gifts" in a while, the last time was January to be exact. Well the last gift he gave us was a baby flying squirrel that wasn't quite dead. Toby is definitely the sweetest cat I have known, he is so patient and kind. When he delivered his last gift he kindly meowed to let us know he had something for us.
Thursday night Toby fell asleep next to me. Around 6am Friday morning I was awoken to Maggie's whines which usually means she needs to go out. I also heard the sound of Toby's nails kneading the carpet. If you don't know cats that is something they do, I never knew until I met Toby. Anyways, I thought Maggie was just whining because Toby was on the floor with her and sometimes she gets excited when he is around. I was going to pick him up and put him on the bed to calm Maggie and when I peered over the bed I saw Toby but there was something else there as well... I turned on the lights to find a baby squirrel, this time dead. Toby had gotten us another "gift." I immediately woke Dave, since he requested the "gift" I figured he could thank Toby and dispose of it as well. That night was very rainy and windy so Dave and I think the squirrel was knocked out of a tree and that is how Toby retrieved him. I know this is very hard to believe but it is the complete truth. Such a random coincidence, or does Toby really understand English? If only he could talk...
