ArlenRic Productions - no mouse meat please... we’re kittish -
pouched bugs... chaucer's saucer... de-caf wolfie... doh by doze... ruffled feathers... sofaaa, so good!! defoxxification... table scraps... snooze puddie... the woowoo... ooouch!! the manx... melee gloriosus...	No Mouse Meat Please What's this?" I muttered on the way down stairs. "Cat turd" Sometimes a little bit of you-know-what sticks to the cat as he leaves the litter box. It invariably ends up in the most disconcerting places. This was on the floor. No big deal. I picked it up in a paper towel. Out of habit I examined my little nugget of kitty leave behinds. It didn't seem to be a regular stool so I squeezed it. "Ugh what is that?" A white substance had oozed out one end. "Better have a closer look at this" Instead of dumping it in the garbage I left my little find on the counter wrapped in the towel.
On the way upstairs I noticed "more poops? No. Cat puke" Kitty upchucks are at the top of my list of favourite first thing in the morning finds. At least this was where it should be and not on the bedcovers. Those you roll over on. The ones on the floor are a real treat when you feel that soft, cold mush oozing up between your bare toes. There seemed to be blood mixed with the regurgitated mess. "Oh oh this could be serious" I looked closer. It was blood along with what looked like... "hah! mouse guts" Back to the kitchen for another look at whatever it was on the counter. "This isn’t a turd! It's a mouse head! Complete with eyes and whiskers." I looked at our two cats sitting by the stove watching me. "OK, which one of you ate the mouse? First time, huh. Too raw for kitty? Thanks! Next time just leave it on the bed as usual." The expression on Silk's face seemed to say "I'm sorry but I just didn't like it".

ArlenRic Productions
- no mouse meat please... we’re kittish -

chaucer's saucer...

No Mouse Meat Please
What's this?" I muttered on the way down stairs. "Cat turd" Sometimes a little bit of you-know-what sticks to the cat as he leaves the litter box. It invariably ends up in the most disconcerting places. This was on the floor. No big deal. I picked it up in a paper towel.

Out of habit I examined my little nugget of kitty leave behinds. It didn't seem to be a regular stool so I squeezed it. "Ugh what is that?" A white substance had oozed out one end. "Better have a closer look at this" Instead of dumping it in the garbage I left my little find on the counter wrapped in the towel.

On the way upstairs I noticed "more poops? No. Cat puke" Kitty upchucks are at the top of my list of favourite first thing in the morning finds. At least this was where it should be and not on the bedcovers. Those you roll over on. The ones on the floor are a real treat when you feel that soft, cold mush oozing up between your bare toes.

There seemed to be blood mixed with the regurgitated mess. "Oh oh this could be serious" I looked closer. It was blood along with what looked like...
"hah! mouse guts" Back to the kitchen for another look at whatever it was on the counter. "This isn’t a turd! It's a mouse head! Complete with eyes and whiskers."

I looked at our two cats sitting by the stove watching me. "OK, which one of you ate the mouse? First time, huh. Too raw for kitty? Thanks! Next time just leave it on the bed as usual." The expression on Silk's face seemed to say

"I'm sorry but I just didn't like it".