A cold day, and a warm...mouse?

[Posted yesterday on wordpress]
I'm not feeling my need to write a blog waning yet, but it is early days. And I'm making this an extended tweet if I continue on about 'how I feel about blogging'.

So, on to the main topic:

Warm mice. And not of the personal computing kind. Of the living, breathing, hundreds of heartbeats per minute kind. I woke up this morning to the pained mewing of a cat. The cat was ravenous, obviously, and I was equally as tired. So being the provider of food, I went outside in the cold to buy a package of meaty sustenance for my loud, furry friend.
 
[The fiend]

I DID NOT. Fatigue won out over the pressing need to see my breath spread white in front of me in the chilled morning air - and I slept in my nicely heated room, enjoying the silence that comes from putting the cat outside. An hour later I could sleep no more, so I got the food, put it out, and tried to find the cat. No cat. Anywhere. Where the cat should've been, I looked down to find a little mouse looking at me. 'Cute,' I think, for the briefest of moments, before I realise the the little fur-ball is only half a fur-ball, bloody and matted, staring lifelessly up at me.

Not so cute anymore.

I'm not grossed out by things like that, and I was unfazed by the condition suffered by the dead rodent (namely its lack of intestines). It was the fact that instead of waiting for a tasty meal of duck in jelly, processed from the finest of cat-safe meats/offal, the cat chose to eat the ass-end of a mouse, and then drop the rest off just to show me: "look at what I can do, bit*h!"

So, Smidge the cat, I now know that you are a force to be reckoned with, and that your impatience knows no bounds.  
























[One satisfied cat]

And now I have used one of the dirtiest tricks on the web: pictures of cats. Next time, cute babies! Or maybe not...