November 21, 2008

Possibly the Grossest Post I've Ever Written

So don't read it if you're faint of heart.

I've discovered that there is actually something more repulsive than waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of the cat next to the bed noisily devouring a mouse she's caught somewhere.


It's hearing said cat eating said mouse, then hearing said cat being sick and then forgetting about it and being brutally reminded the next morning only when getting up in the dark and stepping in the remains.


(If anyone would like to drop by Orgle Manor today to clean up the mess, I'll pay you an awful lot of money.)

UPDATE: Never mind - I did it myself. Yuk. And may I just say here that while normally the Missus talks a great feminist game about being able to handle all the traditional "Dad" jobs around the house herself, when it comes to this particular sort of thing she's pure women-standing-on-chairs-and-screaming-in-early-50's-sitcoms.

Posted by Robert at November 21, 2008 08:42 AM | TrackBack

That is disgusting. Good mouser, though!

Posted by: jen at November 21, 2008 09:33 AM

I consider dealing with vermin to be one of the reasons I found a husband. Sure love and all that stuff might have played a part in it, but I really needed to find someone else to kill mice and roaches.

Posted by: Jordana at November 24, 2008 01:14 PM