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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Now there’s a cool idea for a story.
Maybe something along the lines of a primitive cat society where they offer thanks to the mouse-god for being born again so they could kill it.