E pur la pietra muove

Rock moved aside from resting place

One consequence of the collision between cat and yard is the carnage among the littlest of critters. Every now and then, some poor little thing is laid out as a dead mousie by the door. So I bury them. And plop a nice big rock on top. But this time, it wasn’t big enough.

Either a really strong, hungry, and undiscriminating critter moved this rock away from the mousie I buried three days ago, or we’re dealing with a Jesus mouse.


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