This time, it was in the storage closet.  Well, I did say I'd wish she'd stop leaving them where I walk.  I have no idea how long it was there, but I'm quite certain I looked in that closet several times before I noticed it.

"How long has that been there?"  She was curled up on a blanket on a chair.  Except for the fact that her ear swiveled, you'd have thought she was asleep.  But that was all the response I got.

With it being as cold as it has, it could have been there for several days, but my guess is that it was a relatively fresh kill.  I can't believe I'm THAT dense that I could have walked past it for several days, and not noticed it.

Later, she get's up to get something to drink.  I snatch the water bowl away, clean it out and refill it.

"So when did you kill that one?"  I ask again now that I have her attention.

She eyes me, then she eyes the water dish.  "Merp?" she says hopefully. 

Obviously, she does not wish to talk about this one. 

"What were you doing? Storing it for a rainy day?"  I consider the water falling outside. "Well, you certainly picked a good one."

Still, I tell her what a brave and wonderful cat I think she is.  Later on, of course.  Her ego is overblown as it is.

Needless to say, she found better ways to reward herself.

I still think the rats in the area have got to be pretty stupid to come into a house that so must reek of cat.

Originally posted on capecat.vox.com