Look at the Kitty Sleeping

What a great night. (sarcasm)

I get home late and get to finish mowing the lawn just as the sun begins to set. I move to the backyard and start sweeping up the remains of my weeding expedition in my side yard started the previous Sunday.

I turn to yank some weeds from the garden on my right and I spot the cat that has been spraying my garage, my car, my windows, and pretty much anything within firing range of a large male cat.

So I freeze and get ready to scare him off and realize he appears to be sleeping. So I give him a "hey" and he don't move. So I look closer into his Hibiscus and the Jasmine shelter. He is stretched out on his side just as confortable looking as can be.

Except for that line of ant walking across his matted gray fur and into his slightly agape mouth.

Kitty done died.

Looks like I have another mess to clean up. I was kind of wondering why my cats weren't doing their normal leg rubbing while I was working in that corner.