content promise: I don’t do gore.

after 9PM Deets discovers a dead mouse in the humane (ha) trap. the trap was in a place that shouldn’t have gotten a mouse—of a height, exposed, no bait of any kind, dead ends in every direction because it’s a ledge that drops off to the patio on three sides—so I don’t expect my kitten has found anything but turds when I open it up. after watching Deets discover and get absolutely thrilled to have her paws on a little body, I wondered about how long it might have been there. this poor wee furball lost it’s life on a ledge in a metal container under continuous shade during winter temperatures the high of which is continuously below the maximum my refrigerator can reach. so the mouse was refrigerated. I then realized Deets would find a small animal immediately, for all that. now she was just enamored with throwing her new toy around only to bat or bite it right up into the air again. because love, I would have to wait as Deets played. hopping and writhing in the air, swatting and grabbing, mouthing and tossing. play hard, waste not. Deets wore herself out in about fifteen minutes before eating up the whole cat-sized meal. my kitten cruised back into our home with a satisfied mrrrow and no signs of mouse anywhere outside the trap, which still contains turds.