I returned from a week away to find a gift waiting for me.
I once came home to my lawn mowed. On another occasion, I came home to flowers.
I’ve never come home to anyone in my bed, naked, waiting for me – I’m really fine with this (not happening
This week, however, I came home to something very different from the items above. This week, I returned home to find a partially skinned and totally beheaded rodent in my walkway.
“Wow. My cat brought me a mouse,” I told a coworker on the phone and added, “I don’t have a cat.”
I took a picture of the rodent because Beaner’s daughter has an interest in matters such as these, and then ended up sharing the photo with Live Longer and Rated R.
“You’ve got a rat, Ms. Grigio. Look at that tail. Totally a rat; luckily a dead rat, though. Good thing you’ve got Nora,” Live Longer advised.
Rated R took a look at the picture and shared her expert opinion, “Fucking rat.”
Rat-a-tat-tat. Thank goodness I’ve (sort of) got a cat.