The Natural History Museum

It's been a quiet week for Millhouse and me in the lane this week. Some sunny springlike mornings have facilitated long snoozes on the humans' bed bathed in the warmth of the big yellow disc, though it's not yet warm enough for me to spend many hours in the garden.
Millhouse goes on his morning and evening forays and oft returns with gloopy muddy paws due to the showery weather. His attraction has been drawn to the pond of late where, judging by the sudden flicks of his head skywards, I suspect there's a couple of frogs or toads making some springtime connections. Frogs make for great entertainment because you can't predict which way they're going to leap next. Good excercise for the neck.
This brings to mind the time when I encountered an expired frog on our gravel driveway one spring day many years past. Being curious (well, I'm a cat!) I pawed at the gravel all around the poor thing. I did a pretty neat job too, because after a few minutes, I realised I'd built a pile (or pyre?) several inches high with Mr Frog (a la rigor-mortis) perched on the top! My first artistic construction project.
Mr Human later came across my work and seemed somewhat puzzled. A dead frog balanced on a pile of stones! Days later he concluded that I was the culprit and was in the early stages of collecting specimens for my own cat's natural history museum. He felt this was confirmed after he also discovered a bird skeleton, still in the perched position, sitting amongst the thick twigs of a small fir tree in the back garden. As though I could devise such a macabre construction!
Well, since then both Millhouse and I have always tried to leave any wildlife casualties in interesting poses around our estate. Mice lying down grinning is a popular device. But despite our best artistic efforts, Mr and Mrs Human are seemingly very discerning about what constitutes artistic merit and, we think, show little appreciation for our collective works. There's no accounting for good taste, as they say. Don't they know about positive encouragement?
I only catch things which run towards me and ask for it nowadays, so I make Millhouse do all the running and fetching. He's still naively enthusiastic much to Mr and Mrs' annoyance. I pussonally think a rabbit would make a nice addition to our collection. Off you go Millhouse!!

Herky