I picked up the bag of cat chow one day to feed Catty, and poured a little field mouse into the bowl. Catty watched it scramble across the kitchen to the dining room and down a hole in the floor by the radiator. Then Catty strolled back to the kitchen to enjoy his breakfast.
Yes, Washu was 6years old when we adopted her from the shelter in 1995. She showed her appreciation everyday for the next 15 years; she passed away at 21 in 2015
Ya gotta wait till a week or so after the opening week of baseball season.