Yesterday, Rozzy brought me a bird AND a mouse. The neighbor told me on Sunday (before I tried to poke my eye out with the stick) that he lifted up a golf club in his shed, and mice were clinging all over it. He sent the mice scurrying, and some must have come to our yard. Bingo has been chasing one under the shed all week. He dives under, army crawls all the way to the back, shoots out the rear, and races to the front to start the process anew. Mice are apparently more exercise inducing than moles. P.S. to the member who wanted Bingo to hunt moles. I have trenches in my back yard and very few moles were harmed in the process. One of Ferb's jobs is to fill-in the Bingo holes. But my cat obviously loves me a great deal. I feel special.