This morning when I went out to get the paper, I found circumstantial evidence of a nocturnal drama on my driveway. A set of cat tracks crossed the driveway. At the corners of the garage, the tracks bunched up, indicating the cat had paused there.
Then I spotted these tracks:
the cat was after some small critter. At first I thought they were chipmunk tracks, but on closer examination, I discovered they were made by a mouse.
See the impression made by the tail?
It looks like Jerry got away from Tom once again.