and when I came home, I found a TERRIBLE mess.
Seems that a mouse had gotten into the house (It happens every year, after the first frost or two…I’ve never been able to find out where they get in and I only get one or maybe two in the fall….and, having cats in the house, it is usually not a problem: I find a small, cold, mouse corpse on the floor, pick it up and dispose of it, and that is that…).
This time, as per usual, the cats had found the mouse and had dispatched it.
Sadly for me and the floor, they apparently punctured an artery on the mouse before playing with it unto death.
There were bloody trails across the kitchen floor…ALL ACROSS THE FLOOR. I mopped, and I scrubbed, and I mopped some more.
Then I got out the floor scrubber.
Used it twice.
Finally, the floor stopped looking like the killing floor in a slaughterhouse.
Cats, just doing their job, and being cats.
But Lord, what a mess.