This is for Mary. I get home from work and the cats are all gathered in the backyard. They keep poking at something and jumping back. This means that whatever it is that they have, it's still alive. I'm okay with the cats when they kill mice, moles and rats. I hate it when they get birds. Charlie killed a humming bird once. And then there was the baby squirrel, that made me a bit unhappy. This time it's a garter snake. I don't really care for snakes so they can have their fun. I'll get Rob to toss it over the fence into the blackberry briar of death patch later.