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Our cat managed to get herself wedged into one of the small drawers in my daughters makeup dresser. Yes, that makes this is a “vanity” post. She must have been looking for Stuart. Stuart is the mouse that was living in my daughter’s closet all winter. Sheila (the cat) would get him out and play with him. Sheila deposited him on the computer desk, next to my wife, one day. She wasn’t really paying attention and freaked when she saw Stuart next to her. She swatted him across the room. I just haven’t had the heart to tell Sheila that Stuart has passed on, they were such good friends.

I'm sorry, but your story made me laugh. Our cat managed to get herself wedged into one of the small drawers in my daughters makeup dresser. Yes, that makes this is a “vanity” post. She must have been looking for Stuart. Stuart is the mouse that was living in my daughter’s closet all winter. Sheila (the cat) would get him out and play with him. Sheila deposited him on the computer desk, next to my wife, one day. She wasn’t really paying attention and freaked when she saw Stuart next to her. She swatted him across the room. I just haven’t had the heart to tell Sheila that Stuart has passed on, they were such good friends. I'm goin straight to ache-ee-double-hockeysticks, aren't I?

It's just that MY cat occasionally deposits her toys in her food bowl when she loses interest in playing. It happens that her feeder is on the bathroom counter to keep the dogs out of it, and I noticed nothing unusual one day when I sat to use the facilities. That is, until I realised her toy was a new one. And um ... breathing.

Juvenile rat.

Its skin wasn't broken, but I guess she'd played with it until it went into shock. It didn't move when I slid my hand into a leather work glove and ... well ... lets just say he ended up north of my Final Destination 'cause I baptised that sucker.