New Leprechaun

Despite our lack of supplies around our empty house, Kitty was adamant that she should try to catch a leprechaun this year.  After all, we live in Tennessee now, and certainly there are different leprechauns around these parts that won't know all of her tricks.

She ruminated for days over what kind of leprechaun she would catch in Tennessee.  Would it be a girl?  Would she actually be able to get one this year?  Would it have a southern accent? (That was my question.  Kitty thought it was an unimportant query.  I disagree.)

We carted ourselves to the local discount store and did our best to scrounge supplies for a leprechaun trap.  Kitty designed the entire thing herself and carefully set everything up.

Surely she'll get herself a southern leprechaun.

Kitty patiently waited for days.  Finally, the trap was sprung!  It was a new leprechaun!  

But she got away.

Kitty meticulously reset the trap and wrote Molly a note explaining that her intentions were definitely not devious.  

And then she patiently waited a few more days.  Finally, the trap was sprung again!  But alas, no leprechaun!  That Molly is a clever girl.  

Kitty reset the trap for one more round.  Surely she would get Molly on St. Patrick's Day. She just had to come one more time.

Eureka!  She trapped Molly's shoes!

Whew!  That was exciting.  

And now...Kitty has already started sketching plans for next year's trap.  She'll get that Molly McGee somehow!