My morning started at 5:45am when my husband came in and woke me up out of sound slumber to tell me that one of our cats caught a house mouse. 🐹
It wasn’t fat and lazy Mr Nubs. He slept through this whole fiasco. In fact four out of five cats and two dogs were useless in this mess.
After unsuccessfully chasing said cat around the house to avoid house mouse parts everywhere, he gave up. His took off his rubber gloves and walked into the kitchen and said “guess we will have to clean up her mess when she is done”
Um no. I don’t want to go to bed tonight to find gifted house mouse parts all over my pillow 🤢
I went downstairs to see our baby cat flinging the dead house mouse around like her catnip toy 🤦🏻♀️
This was precoffee mind you
Nothing should ever be done before coffee. Especially not running around trying to keep evisceration from happening.
So I proceeded to sit on the basement step and pspspspsps at her until she dropped the very very dead house mouse and came over to me purring. She was so so proud. 🤢
I scooped her up and ran with her to the kitchen whilst yelling to my husband to grab the body and dispose of it. The cat was utterly confused at my dismay and purred more.
He did. The baby cat purred and purred while I baby cooed at her for doing a good job on her hunting.
She then proceeded to eat food until she puked because she has zero self control.
By 6:30 I was settled with coffee and work – and made an executive decision that with three men in this house, someone else can pspspspspssp to the next cat that plays with her kill 😂
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