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.