Eff You, Mouse!

From Carol of NYC (she of the baked cat poo casserole):

I was sleeping soundly, for once. At around 3 in the morning, I awoke to hear some suspicious scrabbling noises under the bed, but my tired brain tried to pretend it was nothing. Seconds later, though, my cat jumped on my bed; in the dim ambient light I could see something wriggling in her mouth. Yeah, it was a mouse. For me! I screamed and chased her off the bed and flipped on my light. She then promptly let the stupid mouse get away. Needless to say, I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

It gets better. A couple months later the cat was playing in the living room and accidentally flipped up a corner of the rug. Underneath was a now completely flat, desiccated mouse carcass. Even though it didn’t smell at all—and I can’t figure that one out!—I had to scrape it off the floor, and that was HORRIFYING. Eff you, mighty hunter cat!