Anyone who ever owned a cat should be able to relate to this. Cats like to catch things. Not only do they catch things, but they bat those things around and play with them, sometimes until the thing is dead. Then, the cat proudly brings the thing to display it before its humans. Well, over the weekend, we let the cat out, and laying at the door in the morning was... well... a gross display. There were three green, I don't know, sacks of some sort. Placentas maybe? Laying next to the three sacs was a little baby something. Here's a blurry out of focus picture:
A baby mouse, maybe? Did Harley mangle a pregnant mouse? Gasp!
Now, in case that grossed you out, I'll post a couple pictures that are more cute to help get that nasty image out of your mind. Here’s a picture of my brother Jeff holding baby Jesse:
Next is a picture documenting our status as unfit parents. Little Daniel is funcitoning as our counter-caddie, right next to the hot stove, a sharp knife, and the electrical outlets!
Yow!
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