See, I thought I was hungry so I went hunting in the field and found me a mouse. But I wasn’t as hungry as I thoughts I was so I left it to the side in case I wanted to come back for it. Though I figures the little insects would get it first too be honest. Mouse just doesn’t taste as good when it’s leftovers. Like cold chicken from the fridge. Not as yummy.

Well, since Mom found it she’s been making funny faces at me and frowning a lot. She keeps it up and she’ll need to invest in that smelly white stuff humans call “wrinkle cream” before she’s actually, you know, an old human.

Still don’t get why she’s upset though. I should be upset really. She threw away my leftovers without even asking me if I still wanted them. How ruuude!