Have posted here before about Girl Cat and her hunting. She likes to bring home live mice for Boy Cat, who just watches them run around the house. I don't appreciate either of these things.
At 4am GC hops into bed to sing us the song of her people, but instead of trying to fuse herself into DH as usual she hopped all over the bed. This woke me up, I readjusted to get comfy and go back to sleep. Thought there was a pair of headphones on my feet (🤷🏻♀️) and tried to kick them off.
Dear reader, GC had finally brought a live mouse into bed and merrily let it go under the covers.
Cue my mad, screaming dash to the spare room and DH fetching his trusty mouse scooping shoebox.
Mousey got out alive and GC looked ever so proud she'd brought us such a nice present.
The door will be staying firmly closed from here on in.