So there’s all this noise going on under the bed this morning, thumping and flopping and a very vocal siamese cat being very vocal. It woke us both up and we were annoyed but not enough to actually do anything about it.
Then the cat got even more vocal and since it was 7ish I said well Ok. I’ll get up and there she was, when I put my glasses on, with a dead rabbit. In my bedroom. I reckon that’s what she was wrestling with under the bed but how did she get it upstairs? She was poking at it with her paw like “hey..get up.”
I said “EW! You deal with it!” and rolled over.
The cat was all “What?”
Terry goes “Sigh.”