I went upstairs to get a snack of homemade lemon bars. Coming back down I see the cat playing with something under my desk.
Darn it, he found the stitch marker I dropped. I better get it before he takes it somewhere and I can’t find it.
Bending over, I realize it looked like a piece of yarn hanging out from between his claws. If this is from that expensive yarn, Cat, I am skinning you.
Shooing him away, I grab the end of the yarn so I can throw it out before it gets tangled up in the wheels of my computer chair. As I pick it up, I realized I am holding the very tiny, very stiff, headless body of a dead baby mouse.
Welcome to country living.