Call of the Wild

Rick and I are animal lovers, as many of you know, and we had a couple of exciting animal encounters recently. The first is shown in the photo. We woke up early the other morning (a rare occurance since I work late nights) and I looked out the back sliding glass doors as I do every day when I get up. I was surprised to see a young buck next to our fruit tree just munching away at the lower branches. We were thrilled that he chose our little backyard for his breakfast, but we were also curious as to where he came from and where he would eventually go when he was finished. We live in a residential area, and land-bound wildlife would have to travel several blocks to get back to nature. (On the other side of the guard rail in the background of the photo is ocean) Anyway, we don't know what happened to him, but I assume he got back to the "wild." No signs of him otherwise.

The second animal story has to do with our cat, Weezie. It's sort of weird. Rick and I ran an experiment with Weezie. About three times during the past week or two, Rick and I would sing the Mickey Mouse song while laying in bed (at night before we went to sleep) to see if Weezie would come to us. She didn't come when we called to her. I don't know why the Mickey Mouse song was chosen, but it was Rick's choice, probably because he could harmonize in it. (Those are his favorite kinds of songs to sing). So anyway, we would be laying in bed, and call to Weezie, but she wouldn't come. So we would start singing:
M-I-C-K-E-Y, M-O-U-S-E.
Micky Mouse, Mickey Mouse...
...and so on. We always sang the slower, end-of-the-show version. Every time, she would jump onto the bed before we were done with the first Mickey Mouses.
Our conclusion? Weezie's favorite song is the Mickey Mouse song. Makes sense right? Cats like mice. But what's even better is that she only likes it when we sing it. We were like proud parents.