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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[hsw.livejournal.com]

By the way, cheque safely deposited. Thank you. I think you are the first to actually get money to me (though most people will pay me on the day, I expect)

H

[pensnest]

Ah! Go me. I was feeling a bit shamefaced about taking so long between receiving your address and actually writing the cheque... inefficiency should have been my middle name.

Sorry not to have been able to join you last Friday. Alas, I had to save myself for the pleasure of cleaning the dressing room toilet on Saturday. That is one *clean* loo.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Eeep! I hope you find the mouse soon.

[pensnest]

Heh. Not half as much as I do!

[kgoodbuddy.livejournal.com]

Fortunately, my cat's finally getting too old to do much hunting. I had the lovely experience of stepping barefoot on a still warm mouse in my foyer one morning---it was totally camouflaged against the rug. I'm fairly certain I woke the entire neighborhood that day ;-)

[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.

[northern]

eep!

[pensnest]

Oh, *ew*!!!

A few years back, we had a visiting child who wanted to borrow wellies. When she stepped into one, there was a bloodcurdling shriek, as there was a tiny, tiny corpse in there - a shrew. We figured it must have run into the boot to escape the cat...

[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.

[pensnest]

Yep! Though this morning she has been snuggling with her face pillowed on my bare foot as I ate my breakfast. Which was rather nice. I spose there is a reason why we keep cats, after all.