So, because this cat is here and possibly threatening my power base, I decided to catch a mouse last night. Long story short, I caught one, swallowed it, then because it tasted like old socks, spat it up on the couch. The female biped acted like I'd done something wrong. I admit the couch was not ideal, but it wasn't exactly something I *chose* the timing of. Still, she was acting like I was caught wearing a Vick jersey or listening to disco.
The male biped was cool about it, natch; he's dealt with dead bodies before, having hunted and worked on farms and attended a soccer game in England. But he wouldn't let me eat it or nibble it. Tchah! Some people's children ...
Hoover on Jan 13 at 07:34 AM