The following post contains graphic mousie-munching photos!!!
Young kittens and squeamish peeps: proceed at your own risk.
Friday night I shot into the living room with most of my furblings in hot pursuit; I had snagged a mousie out on the Catio and everybody wanted in on it and there really wasn't enough to share. You know how it is. Of course Mommy saw what was going on (perceptive for once) and sprang into action--she shooed the Slavering Horde away from me (I was growling like a semi-truck going uphill) and grabbed the camera to document the event. I tell you what, Mommy has her priorities straight.
I took my prize into Daddy's office where he could lay in state.
I prodded him a few times...
...and rearranged him.
After a few Fang Shui adjustments, he was Just Right.
::crunchity crunch crunch crunch::
Mommy says I'd make a good zombie...I can't imagine why.
At this point Mommy removed
the lower portion what was left of my prize and put it in the freezer* for me, for later!
I sure hope I get to finish it soon...
XX Maui XX
*Freezer = Morgue. Where carcasses go until trash day...sometimes startling Daddy if he doesn't know one is in there. Pretty funny, actually. He squeals.