I live in a wooded area, 15 acres no other houses.
It used to be full of mice and lizards.
Apparently lizards don’t agree with my cats stomach. Nothing quite compares to heading to the bathroom in the middle of the night and stepping in a pile of cat puke with half a lizard in the middle of it.
“Nothing quite compares to heading to the bathroom in the middle of the night and stepping in a pile of cat puke with half a lizard in the middle of it.”
Waking up to a dead mice head (with a side of entrails) on your pillow might compare. About three times every spring.
I used to joke to my wife that the cat might be giving us a “Godfather warning”.
She never laughed.