They look cute. They purr and rub their faces on your leg and, in the morning, camp out on the heater vents so your floors stay too darn cold. But they are not all nice, oh no.
Two nights ago, I heard the tell-tale sounds of mouse-in-plight around 2AM. And, this time? Well. I went promptly back to sleep. See, I’ve saved this mouse twice already and if it hadn’t gotten the hint the previous two times it was maimed, I am not about to brave said cold floors to scurry it back out the door.
I found another mouse carcass today. Exsanguinated and missing most of its right flank. And some key organs – you know, the tastybits.
Again, no blood anywhere in the house.
Let me tell you, I really appreciate how tidy my cats are with their mouses.
Nasty, big pointy teeth.