Last night, I got woken up by a little girl complaining that our cat had hopped up on her bed with A BIRD IN IT'S MOUTH. Yes, middle of the night. Live bird.
What a prodigious hunter, you say?
Ok, then how do you explain the mouse staring at me from the kitchen counter this morning? I had stepped out of the kitchen for a minute, and when I returned there it was.
I swear, totally useless. I hate rodents, and kinda like birds.
The mouse is now trapped between the kitchen window and the screen. I didn't know what else to do with it.
Being New York
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