I don't know what was up with the animal kingdom this week, but holy hectares in Haiti were they full of it. By it, I mean mischief and general shenanigans.
But let me not get ahead of myself.
The first thing that happened was I was on the dreaded book of Faces checking out a couple community pages, as it sometimes is helpful to be informed and at the very least my community's input is often drama-filled and entertaining.
Well, right off the bat I saw a promising post, a local lady had lost her mustang.
The mare had apparently escaped and the woman was asking people to let her know if the mare was sighted but to NOT approach her as she's fresh off the range and spooky.
I smiled knowingly, having been around a wild mustang or two, and felt more than a modicum of sympathy for the woman, as catching the horse was going to be a chore.
The next morning as I was doing the dishes, I got a text. It was my neighbor and the text read, "There's a wild horse outside my kitchen window,"
We let the lady know we had spotted her errant mare, still not sure if the beast is at large or not.
That encounter was the more mild of the animal happenings, the next one was a bit more exciting.
My game night buds have a couple of one brain cell cats (orange kittehs), Milo and Noodle. The boys are large kittens now and so very pampered that they don't really resemble or act like the country barn cats they were supposed to be. In fact, my one buddy, a former EOD marine, looks on them both with what I giggly refer to as disdain of the useless, as they don't really do anything other than exist, eat, and be pretty cute. Well, as we were getting ready to head into the Man Cave for a bit of 2nd edition D&D, I heard a screeching that was reminiscent of soon to be dead baby rabbit.
It wasn't a rabbit.
Milo had a ground squirrel in his mouth that was one third his size. He was running around clutching the protesting rodent like a proud lion with his first kill, only the kill was still respirating.
And then he dropped it.
It was then that the ground squirrel did something I have never seen a prey animal do, it rose on its back feet and boxed Milo in the face. I couldn't help it, I burst out in shocked guffaws, what a brave little soul.
Before any of us could do anything, Milo reacquired the unfortunate rodent and disappeared under the deck of the house. My buddy sighed and said, "Well, he's improved my opinion of him a bit."
The final animal tale happened the following night at my birthday party/game night fete. My buddies and are were deep into MTG EDH and snacking on the homemade pretzels that 
Now to back up about two hours earlier, I had laid down for a cat nap, as I had been up since about four AM. Apparently, during that time, the VOID had brought a LIVE mouse in the house and let it go under the couch.
Fast forward to the hubs beckoning me to our bathroom.
In my bathroom sink was the fattest, cutest little mouse I had ever seen. A highly stressed little morsel that was panting and sipping water from the sink. The hubs grabbed it by the tail, dropped it into my waiting paper bag, and I hurtled out the door, with all my pets in tow, towards the tree line.
Yes, I let the little friend go, it had survived the Void and I wasn't going to off anything on my birthday.
I mean, now that I reflect a bit, it was a bit of an odd assortment of animal tales for sure, which makes me wonder if next week will be meteorological madness or people pestilence. One can never tell....
And as most of the time, all of the images in this post were taken on the author's surplus of animal photo containing and not at all sad about it iPhone.