I thought, 'Now, why would I want to do that?'
But we've been together nearly 31 years, and I know that Jerry knows that if it's truly disgusting I won't want to see it and he won't try and show it to me. So, I wondered what it could be. I also figured it probably wasn't really all that disgusting. (If it's anything really awful, San Geraldo gets the dry heaves.)
"Ech!" I said. "What is that?"
|THE PUBLIC MARKET SATURDAY MORNING.|
NOTICE THE RESEMBLANCE?
Then I looked again and realized the dead black eye appeared to be made of felt. The yellow brain matter looked more like a wet feather. The white pulp was nothing more than wet cotton batting. It was the new 75-cent mouse I had picked up for the cats last Friday. Within 15 minutes, Dudo had pulled off its tail and ripped open a seam, pulling out most of the stuffing. (I immediately understood why it only cost 75 cents.) I guess Dudo finally decided it was too tough to eat and needed to soak a bit.
|THE GREAT BLACK-AND-WHITE HUNTER.|
When Dudo saw me standing there, he jumped up on the counter and grabbed the mouse by a loose bit of thread and carried it down to the floor placing it at my feet. He looked up at me proudly — waiting for me to play fetch. I'm so glad he's an indoor cat.
|DUDO'S LITTLE PINK MOUSE-SHRIMP WAS MUCH MORE APPETIZING.|