Late last night I looked down and Kat had laid a mouse on my feet. She looked so proud. But the damned thing was very much alive. She began to torture it some more, and I chased her downstairs.
This morning I started on a dead mouse search downstairs. I looked everywhere and couldn't find it. Then I looked around and Kat was sitting on the stairs with her dead mouse in her mouth.
Good Kat!
7 years ago
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