This was supposed to be my photo of the day:
But alas, Paul has trumped me again. Paul took Maggie out for a walk and I settled in for my 13 1/2 minutes of alone time. Until Paul rang the doorbell and knocked. You can imagine how pissed off I was to have to get off the couch to answer the door. Then he tells me my cherub, sweet cat was decimating a rabbit in the front yard. I was convinced he was lying to get me out of the house.