Spoiler Alert: gory post coming up!
Butter Wouldn’t Melt
the sight which greeted me when I looked out in the porch this morning:
Not a brilliant image, I’m afraid. I’m mega-zooming, because this thing was tiny, and the camera had difficulty focussing against the featureless floor tiles. On the left, some entrails, on the right, a head. Just a head. I’m sorry if you’re eating at the moment.
I then wandered through to the bedroom:
Looks like I’m not going to be making the bed anytime soon!
for Fandango’s Pne Word Challenge (FOWC), culpable.
Mister Bump 
Ugh! Just that, Ugh!
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Gotta love him!
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Ugh! Nope.
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Lovely.
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I had three cats, but they all had their own speciality. One would just treat the mouse as a toy so I had to put it out of its misery. The other one always left the head the the taile with its little attachement and the youngest, a selkerk rex cat, ate everything. from head to tail. We have field mice everywhere during the summer, so they were never short of a variable menu.
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Yeah we must have a pretty unlimited supply too. Reuben likes to catch them but usually does not eat them – once they’re dead he loses interest and will then wander through to the kitchem to polish off a plate of cat food.
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I am glad I wasn’t eating. 🙂 But having had cats around me growing up, and in recent times too, I am quite familiar with this sort of thing. The last incident was a few years back when my dog brought me a live frog from the garden. A loving gift 🙂
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We occasionally get frogs too, but they must taste awful as the cats tend to learn not to bother after that. We had a slow worm once – a small snake think, not poisonous, about 6 inches/15cm long. Actually they’re quite rare….even rarer now 🤣
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