Abbey was in my face, almost stepping into my lap, so I looked up from my book. Behind her was Daryl with a good-size mouse crosswise in his mouth. As I praised him he walked out of the living room, to the back of the house and down into the basement. I saw it so briefly it was dreamlike. And now I wonder, how often is this happening? Bizarro.

He has proven before to be an excellent mouser, but usually there’s more ruckus about his conquests.