Okay, that was sarcastic.
It was a feline love gift.
If you have cats, you know that they have a strange way of saying "I love you." Sometimes it's with little dead mice, or a bird.
But I don't have 'normal' cats. I've got Cookie and Lucky.
Lucky takes swats at the rooster and the hens, then downs full grown doves to feed her kittens. She's a tiny little cat, only about 5 pounds.
This particular 'gift' appeared to be from Cookie.
It was a full grown rat, about a pound and a half. There wasn't a mark on it. I don't know how they do it. A rat that size has to put up a fight like a small dog.
Fortunately my husband picked it up and disposed of it.
I don't want those horrible things in my house.
It's time to buy poison.
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