An Icky Sign of Wellness
On Monday morning at 3:20 am I stumbled out of bed and into the hallway. Then I immediately returned because something on the floor caught my eye.
I wasn’t fully awake and so I leaned down and picked up what looked like the biggest hairball I’d ever seen. I took it into the kitchen to examine it in the light and noticed that it had teeth. And a tail. Yes our little toothless tiger had delivered a deceased mouse as a trophy at the entrance to our bedroom. Why thank you, Spice.
On the upside, he’s obviously feeling fine. On the downside, this is the second dead mouse he has brought us in the past couple of months. He’s an indoor cat only so somehow we have a very slow trickle of the critters getting in. But both times Spice has taken care of the invasion, despite not having front claws and now, very few teeth. At first we suspected this rodent was partially digested because he was so, well, flat. But now, for reasons too disgusting to list here, we’re pretty sure he was merely discovered or rediscovered. Perhaps Spice was the author of this critter’s demise but got distracted by a canopener and left the job and forgot about it. We will never know!
As of last night, the world’s greatest geriatric mouser was posted in front of the downstairs fridge. We can only assume another invader is lodged behind it. As for this week’s carcass, I’m grateful that he didn’t bring it into our bed. I’m thankful that he’s a mouser and I don’t have to be. I’m thrilled that less than a week after major oral surgery, he’s back to his old self and then some. And I never, ever want to start my day like that again!