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Whiskey the Tiniest Cat followed me out to the ger last night and delightedly joined me. This morning I woke up crammed into a tiny corner of the bed, having ceded the rest to her, but she was gone. At 5 she showed up trilling little proud noises at me and I realized she had brought me a dead mouse.
I mean. What can you do? I petted and praised her, and she preened a bit. After half an hour of me not eating it, though, she went ahead and did so.
So now I have a mouse tail and a couple of mouse organs on my floor…
Whiskerino, you’re the best. (She is currently, hyped up on mousie guts, trying to climb into every box and shelf in the place.)
Whiskey the Tiniest Cat followed me out to the ger last night and delightedly joined me. This morning I woke up crammed into a tiny corner of the bed, having ceded the rest to her, but she was gone. At 5 she showed up trilling little proud noises at me and I realized she had brought me a dead mouse.
I mean. What can you do? I petted and praised her, and she preened a bit. After half an hour of me not eating it, though, she went ahead and did so.
So now I have a mouse tail and a couple of mouse organs on my floor…
Whiskerino, you’re the best. (She is currently, hyped up on mousie guts, trying to climb into every box and shelf in the place.)
