Little Man has killed again -- I got up this morning to find the other two cats freaking out in the kitchen over a dead mouse. Well, more accurately: Over a dead mouse's head, because that's all that was left of it. Littles was out in the front window, relaxing and grooming himself in the sunshine.
The other cats were also hungry for breakfast, which didn't interest Littles at all for a change. I hope none of these mice carry any diseases that Little Man could catch from eating them. If that's really what he does if we don't get a chance to take the corpse away from him, then we must add the pair of mystery kills from last year -- where all that remained where the mice's bloodied faces -- to Little Man's total kill count. Sometimes, it's like I don't know my cat at all.
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