Meeces to Pieces

[divalea]

Reposted from elsewhere:

I put up a horrfied howl at finding a flattened mouse carcass at the bottom of a pile of dirty towels I was putting into the laundry. It's a good thing I have the habit of loading a washer an item at a time so as not to induce thumping at the spin cycle, otherwise, I'd have washed the mouse.

King turned into girl's blouse when one of the kittens carried the ex-mouse into the den and pulled a bit off. *I* had to get the dustpan and broom and dispose of the two-part mouse because King was cringing at his desk, feet up, yelling.

The mouse morning also featured one of the handles of a pair of hedge clippers lying on the kitchen counter, smelling of dish soap, and Boy hiding from us when we discovered it, a sure sign he had something to do with it.

We tried to piece together a scenario, since the towels were on the other side of the laundry room when I went to bed. We think Boy stepped on an already-expired rodent, covered it up because he was grossed out, and that the cats tried to cover for him in turn by soaping up one dismembered hedge clipper handle.

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[spiderfarmer.livejournal.com]

How I knew I was keeping The Man:

When my ancient matriarch cat killed a mouse, and left it for him as a present, he picked it up by the tail and said "thank you" to the cat and asked if she minded if he ate in private. Then he closed the bathroom door, and disposed of rodent, but told the cat it was delicious.

She loved him. She hated everyone else, but she loved him. She was my cat, he was *her* human. :)

[divalea.livejournal.com]

That is awesome.