| Comment | Get one that isn’t either a lazy hunter or sadistic bastard. Mine would find mice from outside and bring them into the house, presenting them to me so I could kill them myself.
The little moggy was always so fucking pleased with herself as she watched me chasing traumatised field mice around my bedroom. Lucky for her she was cute.
On the days when she could be arsed finishing the job she’d either bring me just a mouse head, or a mouse arse. And always, always, aim to drop them on the rug rather than the easier to clean wood bit of the floor. |
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