Dogs, Cats, Mice, and . . .

We are enjoying a "cool spell" (by Thai standards) at the country house. The evenings require a sweater and the nights require a blanket.

In my house I don't have mice. I heard them making noise once and complained, so Poo brought over the cat from her house to mine. Now the mice are gone. I prefer dogs to cats and I show the cat no love. The poor cat has trouble dodging the dogs, but this is countryside life.

Last night I didn't sleep too well because the dogs were barking like crazy. Obviously, they detected an intruder. What kind of intruder? an elephant? a wild dog? a cobra? I will never know.

Recently, Poo's father killed a cobra on the property. I knew nothing about it until it was dead.

"Didn't you hear it at night? the hissing?" Poo asked.

No! I am a city boy, and it's just a cacophony of jungle noises to me. She informed me that her father killed the cobra, with a shovel, about ten feet from her house. "It was trying to get the mice," said Poo, speaking of the unwelcome visitors in her house.

I'm glad I've got that cat!