I picked up one of the cats' toy mice last night to give it a toss so they could chase it, only to discover ...
... it wasn't a toy.
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7 comments:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!
Did you jump and throw it?
Thanks for the morning giggle.
You know, the poor thing was dead but still WARM, which just added to the ewww factor.
But honestly, I was on my way to bed and so darn tired that I just set it back down on the floor and took care of it this morning.
Thankfully, the cats had left it in one piece.
At least you didn't step on it when you got up in the middle of the night to go pee. That has been known to happen around these parts. Unsettling vaguely warm furry squish...
Still, e-yuck.
You know, Bridgett ... I think I'd rather step on a dead mouse than in a pile of cat puke, which has been known to happen around here ... Good times!
Right on. Cold cat puke is the worst.
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