Friday evening when we got home - rather late, rather happy - I opened the patio door to let our old cat Oscar in. He dashed in and just as he took the curve to run down the stairs to the basement I saw something dangling from his mouth.
My instant thought was WTF? Oscar does NOT kill and bring home stuff. Saga does, but not Oscar. I did what all sensible women do in these situations - I yelled for my husband ;), pointed to the basement and said that Oscar took something in, something nastingly big...
Of course he was hiding under the bed (Oscar, not my hubby, wouldn't that have been awkward...) in the elder daughter's bedroom (thank god she wasn't home) and after a bit of a struggle (read yelling and growling and tugging and cursing) Chris got hold of it and we just eyeballed it . We couldn't for the life of us figure out what the heck it was!
It's like a guinea pig with a rat tail, the eewwh factor is huge I say! I haven't got a clue what it is, lets just hope he hasn't killed someones exotic pet, that would be a bummer...