Warning, this post contains photos of a dead mouse (but you can just pretend it's sleeping! Really. It looked, er, quite peaceful.)
So, God help me, I went down to the basement to do a spot of laundry the other day. And there was Emily, with a freshly-caught (and well dead!) mouse. If you look below, you can just see the poor thing's tail poking out from Emily's right paw.
So then she started tossing the dead mouse in the air! And somehow, it landed in the inset handle of my dryer drawer. Which I didn't realize until I pulled open the drawer (and screamed):
Let me just say that this photo inspired me to clean and vacuum the basement to within an inch of its life.
Emily thoughtfully fished out the mouse for me.
Then she took it over near the woodpile for a little more fun.
Sigh. Poor little mouse.
30 seconds later, she ate it. Whole. I mean, she barely chewed!
I have to say, I have not seen a mouse or mouse droppings in our kitchen in an exceedingly long time. I think the three girl cats are feline killing machines! It's gotten so I'm afraid of what mayhem I'll walk in on when I go down to the (now much cleaner!) basement.
But really, I am grateful to them for keeping the rodent population under control. If only I could send them out to the barn for a few hours!