A few days ago, Boyfriend told me that our cat, Whiskey, had caught a mouse or a mole or something. He had found her playing with it's lifeless corpse when he got home from work. This was, reportedly, very cute. However, at the time the story was related to me, the poor rodent's remains' whereabouts were unknown.
Today I was futzing around in my backyard and I saw one of my chickens, Nyneave, tossing around a dead mouse. This was somehow cute. She was trying in vain to rip bits of it off to snack on. First she tried to tear off a leg. Then she pecked at its viscera, trying to get the liver or some spleen. Her efforts got her nowhere - but she didn't give up. She lifted up her head, mouse in her beak, opened up her gullet and swallowed it whole.
I couldn't tear my eyes away.
Afterwards, as I was reeling from the insanity of what I had just witnessed, my neighbour threw rose petals over the fence for dessert.
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