I checked my bed to see if mommy got any special treats. Nothing.
I checked the water bowl in the bathroom, in case they cleaned the guy before eating (that's raccoons, not cats, isn't it?). Nothing.
So I walk into the kitchen a little less apprehensive. And there it is. A small pile of some unidentified thing regurgitated. It's nothing I've seen before. They clearly got into something new and my money is that the little mouse didn't survive. I only hope it was a quick death for the little guy.
And now I have them all staring up at me not giving away who ate the mouse. My money is on Wallace since she was the clear hunter in the pack. But as I watch them eat I notice she's eating more than usual and Webster is eating less than usual. And Winston's eating like usual. Now I left a bunch of food in the cat balls so that could skew any deductive reasoning. Webster could have eaten extra dry and isn't as hungry. I'll probably never know.
Glad to see everyone (minus the mouse) is happy and healthy. I dedicate this post in memory of Ralph our mouse visitor. He was a great guest. He didn't eat food that wasn't his. He went to the bathroom in the "animal bathroom". And overall he was a quiet and unobtrusive. An undemanding guest. And yet he overstayed his welcome. And to be honest he was never a welcome guest to begin with. Here's a quiet moment of silence to Ralph.
Two pictures for this post. First one is the cat food ball so you know what I'm talking about... And to buffer the second picture you might not want to see. The supposed remains of Ralph the mouse.
1 comment:
Hmmm... I wonder if they shared the little guy? For a single cat catch, there's usually either (Warning to stop reading for the tender hearted) a head or a bottom part with tail.
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