Our cat, despite appearances, is occasionally a fairly useful thing.
We discovered this evening that she had killed and carefully deposited not one but two mice beneath our bed. Both were gifts, that much is clear - if she's in it for the eating she'll usually take the feet.
But both were fully intact, and killed particularly cleanly, the dispatch achieved in both cases with a clinical bite to the chest, stopping the heart. They were laid out in an almost ceremonial fashion, too.
We're not overrun with small furry things, but they do tend to cause some damage, so well done, Kaf, well done.
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