The rooster lives to crow another day, but the mouse has taken one for the team. I can only assume it was Henry Chow, ninja kitty, that put out the hit on the poor defenseless mouse. It’s totally his style, after all. But it was still a huge shock to see the tiny chalk line drawn around the cold dead furry carcass.

I sort of feel like I may have a hazy chalk outline drawn around my body today as well. I’ve been as sick as a cat with too much fur, all day. And if that wasn’t bad, I had to be the one to discover the body. I suppose it could have been worse. I could have found it while it was still alive, and admittedly, I’m a bit afraid it wasn’t found in the yard and carted inside. I have a tingling suspicion it was found in the house and killed there. This is, after all, why I have a ninja kitty in the first place, though…right? And why we can never eat the cat. He’s far too valuable as protection…from tiny, cute, beady-eyed, fur covered, rodents. I almost feel bad rejoicing in his death.

Almost.

I guess that’s what they call karma. The mouse may be dead, but I feel like I am. And the rooster has no idea death is stalking him.

What a weekend, huh?

Until the next time…I’ll be nursing a bottle of Pepto Bismol.