My wife saw the cat playing with something in the back yard last night and went out to see what it was. It turned out to be a tiny little mouse, quite dead by the time my wife got out there.
It’s what cats do, right?
The cat wanted to bring it in the house; she tried two or three times, but my wife kept blocking her and saying “no”.
The poor cat sees us bring food in by the bag-full all the time, and she can’t bring in one lousy little dead mouse?
You can see how that would be confusing.
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