I like snakes. I like worms. I like to look at all the creatures my cat Penny kills. I like to examine them for a long time. Once there was a dead bird in our shed. My mom said it was a young one. Penny didn’t kill it. It just died in there. All that was missing was the two eyes. And no feather or fur on top of the head. It didn’t weigh anything just so light. That was interesting. I wanted to keep it but my mom threw it over the fence into the ivy for bugs and things to eat it.