Psycho Killer

This post is rated V-D for Violent and Disturbing imagery that may be considered in poor taste (unless, of course, you like the taste of mouse). Sensitive viewers, please be advised before proceeding.

Perhaps this face (the one in the center, of course) should have alerted me that she’d be on to something. (Please see the previous post if you missed all of last night’s misadventures.)


Once the poor mouse grew cold, Isis lost interest in it and turned the deceased over to Morgan, whom I found hissing and growling under the kitchen table, mouse in paw.

I did manage to get the mouse away from her and toss it out into the cold snowy night with a small prayer. None of its family members were in attendance at this admittedly unceremonious event; I expect they were safely in hiding somewhere very far away.

At least poor mouse didn’t turn up in a slipper, under a rug, or (shudder) at the foot of the bedcovers.

Now please hide your eyes if you don’t wish to see the psycho killer in action. (And yes, I realize I probably deserve angry comments for taking pictures of my cat toting around a dead mouse. Then again, I’m addicted to nature programs, Wild Kingdom, and Animal Planet—and I found the whole thing very intriguing, if, yes, a bit disturbing. So fire away, if you must…but hey, I warned you…)

Isis with her catch in the living room. (Not that you'd know it, but these were taken in almost total darkness. I just pointed the camera in the general direction of the growling black shadow on the rug.)

Stalking off with her prey, all a-growl and a-glare.

Trying to get some privacy in the bathroom.

As you can see, Emma had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the entire disturbing affair.




On a Brighter Note

I’m making a new pair of socks out of this Fleece Artist merino (you may recognize it as being left over from that Razor Cami I made a few months back). It is such gorgeous yarn. Socks will be guaranteed to keep feet mouse-free for at least three months.