Happy Friday to me.
This morning I was awakened by my husband’s panicked cry of, “SHIT, I’m going to be late, the cats’ didn’t wake me”
Apparently, the cats come in and wake him up every morning.
But not today.
Today they were too busy stalking and killing Mr. Grey Squirrel.
And I know this because when I went downstairs this morning, I was treated to the sight of the limp, lifeless form of a dead squirrel lying on my living room floor. And if that’s not bad enough, next to it was an unsightly lump of cat vomit.
I’m not exactly sure why there was vomit.
Did the cats’ try to eat their prey and found that raw squirrel this early in the morning too rough on their delicate, Iams fed palates?
Or did they vomit after the excitement of the kill?
In any event, I was simply too aggravated with our worthless cats and quite frankly a bit skeeved out to pick up the dead beastie.
So I left all evidence of the carnage behind and went to work.
Tom will take care of it when he gets home.
I know, I know, Jen the Giant Fearless Snake Killer, overcome by a dead squirrel and a little cat vomit. She's not so fearless after all.
My only consolation is that they didn’t take their victim and hide it under the bed to rot like they did with the mouse.
Onward and upwards my friends, onward and upwards.