It all began with a stain on the bathroom floor. Smeared and ill-defined, but, unmistakeably, it was blood. A trail of gory prints led from the red pool, downstairs and into the kitchen. What kind of horror was I about to find?
Another battered field mouse corpse.
I wish my cats weren’t such keen hunters.
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13 comments:
Another case for the CSI team? Loved the twist at the end.
Ellie Garratt
Ah, 'tis their nature. Nice one.
smiles. mine got a bird on monday...left us an explosion of feathers as a gift...
We've had one a day for four days now......
Well a cat's gotta do what a cat's gotta do! ;)
Ewww! What a bloody rat that was!
You're not pussyfooting around when you think up a 55.
Yes indeed, cat's just being cat, and something sans feathers nowhere near so messy,
AJ...
I have a dead mouse on my porch right now!
THREE CATS!!!
Loved your feline 55...
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
It's rough being on the bottom of the food chain. cats are amazing to watch hunt--if humans could master that level of patience and concentration, who knows where we'd be today?
It's great when cats will clear the house of vermin for you, but do they have to bring the bodies in from outside?
For once I was stoned.. then it said meow!!
Playful..
hugs xox
Relatable, happy-memory write (the aforementioned cat, for me, was a childhood cat).
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