Okay, well there is that!

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I let Sam in, as she wishes.  I think there was one of their toys on the floor.  I can't remember if it was there before I let her in or not, but I thought so.  Anyway, for sure on the way back, I decided to move the toy.  Gah!  Dead mouse.  I'm pretty sure it wasn't a heart attack.  Now, don't get me wrong.  I don't fear dead things, if I also don't prefer them as play toys.  However, the difference between grabbing what you thought was a toy and ending up picking up a dead critter is... texturally and mentally... a bit different.  Double Gah!  So I dropped it and grabbed a paper towel with which to extricate it.  Well, and dead things, freshly killed, release all of their parasites.  Bugs, especially small ones, really... those things... yeah... 

Since it wasn't ripped open and mostly eaten, I am thinking that it probably was there first.  Sam will bring me mice, mind you.  But half of them.  The hindquarters usually.  When killing is good she likes to share, is proud.  Sassy is too... spoiled on "good food" to eat.  My guess is she either caught one, or found on in the trap I still have set in the basement.  It's a live trap, and open (at least for cats), so...  Still, I wish I could be more sure.  I'm pretty sure it was there on my way to the door though.  I'm just pulling for Sassy to at least be a mouse killer.  I don't mind her tastes as for food, so long as she is a mouse hunter, killer.  I love my ladies to be killers.  It... pleases pop's dark old black heart.  Beauty and beast.  Poetic, practical, delicious.

Oh, that... feeling of death in a creature though... Yeah, that is something else.  Not, definitely not, a toy.  That electrical signal, that goes back and forth, when the mind and the body are disagreeing, and then the truth sets in?  Electrical storm, lightning fast, and quite a jolt.  I am more awake now, that's all I'm saying.  Yeah, and I'll wash my hands again, again...  Yeah.  Later.