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It’s a mouse!!
Last night, as I was getting ready to head upstairs to bed, I noticed Lucie darting around underneath the dining room table. That’s odd, thought I, but whatever. Then I spied something on the floor and thought “oh great. Someone barfed.” Walking up to get a closer look at it, I see it was a wee mousie laying on it’s side, quite dead. EEEEEK! Seriously EEEEK! That grossed me the hell out and it didn’t even have its entrails hanging out or anything!!
I immediately call Duty in California and ask if he can take the next flight back to pick it up because EWWW. He laughed at me. As husbands do, you know. I knew, however, if I called my husband-in-waiting (aka: Neighbor Greg) he’d come to my rescue even if it was 10:23pm. So I did. Yes, she who hates to bother ANYone for ANY reason called the neighbor to come save her from this mousie carcass. (You had to know just what a state I was in to do any such thing!). Five minutes later, he appeared at the door, baggie in hand to pick up the little critter. YEY! (I think he liked to do it because I never, ever call him for anything since (see above), I hate to bother anyone. And he lives for being bothered to come rescue.)
This, friends, is what passes for excitement at ye olde house of snark on a Saturday night. And since I’m letting you in on some secrets, I will admit that this is one of the reasons why I don’t want my cats to ever be outdoor cats. While I am all about the presents, those of this particular kind are not my favorite. (To be fair, though, I did thank Lucie for the gift because I’m quite the polite one, dontcha know??)