This morning as I stumbled blearily from bed at Beanie's summons, I came about *this close* to stepping on a dead mouse that lay outside my bedroom door. Yeah, I was shocked too. At first I thought it had to be a cat toy, but thankfully we don't have any that are that realistic. Uck. I also thought, until this morning, that we had no mice other than our cat named Mouse.
As I've seen no trace of mice, I think this one must have been a "special" mouse who wandered in here by accident. This is a house full of cats, so the mouse couldn't have been in his right mind to come in here. A mouse with a death wish? A mouse on a suicide mission? Or just a really, really stupid mouse?
Then again, looking at my fat, lazy, prissy bunch of indoor cats, maybe the mouse (like me) thought there was no chance any of them were mighty hunters... And we were both unpleasantly surprised to learn otherwise - that's for sure!
All I can say is... thank God they didn't put it in bed with us. I repeat - thank God they didn't put it in bed with us! Every morning I wake up with cat toys in bed with me - offerings from my cat benefactors. Somehow they sensed I wouldn't appreciate a real dead animal in bed with me - lucky them. The word is now out in our house - the first cat who puts a dead animal in bed with me is going to be very, very sorry. I have access to a bathtub and know how to use it.
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