Ick

[pensnest]

If anyone else in the house had cared they might have come running when I shrieked with outrage and began to bellow "No! NO!!!" and hurtle from the dining room through the hall and kitchen and out to the conservatory... just in time to meet my cat as she carefully deposited a small, brown, furry corpse in the middle of the floor. I fled - no, I retreated in good order, firmly shutting the kitchen door with the cat on the far side, and attempted to fortify my nerves for the ordeal of getting rid of the dead mouse.

Do you know what's worse than finding a mouse corpse on your conservatory floor? Not finding one, that's what. Where is it? What has that evil cat *done* with my 'present'?

Moan.

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[greatofdeath.livejournal.com]

I was going to be really mean and suggest maybe she deposited the offending corpse in your bed... oh wait i just did, didn't i? *ggg*

Thankfully, my cat is stricly indoors (i live in a very congested area on a very busy street) so i don't have to worry about her bringing me rodent presents. The worse thing i deal with is the occasional pile of kitty gak---always strategically placed so i'll step right on it, of course.

[pensnest]

She looked so smug and purposeful, hurrying across the patio with brown furry object in jaws, who knows what devilment she had in mind! Yep, the kitty gak is always thoughtfully positioned for best effect. It must be a natural instinct.