So I get woken up this morning at 6:50 by my spayed female cat, Harley Quinn. She's in the living room making a terrible ruckus, it sounds like she's in a fight. I get up and go investigate, Harley is at the sliding glass back porch door yelling and hissing at a big tom on the other side. Tom looks pretty big, about 20 lbs and maybe with some Maine Coon in him. Harley is so worked up that she repeatedly charges and attacks the glass separating her from Tom. As I go outside to chase Tom away Harley seems to settle down. When I arrive on the back porch Tom is long gone, but he has left a gift; a dead rodent of some kind (I think it's a mole or vole or other burrowing sort). I take a couple photos of Tom's romantically intended gift and heft it into the undeveloped land behind my house with a shovel. I hope Harley's courtier doesn't come calling anymore, I really don't care to be woken up that way >:-\

One photo of my cat, with two of the afore mentioned dead rodent.
https://picasaweb.google.com/quincy.....17471732418770