The cats obviously know I’m not on top physical form and think I need feeding up.
Bman just discovered these outside the back door…
Either that or the cats have gifted me an ideal amateur taxidermy starter kit right on my doorstep – and with a week off work to occupy myself as well. Though in fairness, I checked on the degus and they were huddled together looking rather conspiratorial and guilty. I don’t think we can rule them out as suspects.
The comedy possibilities of arranging these two ex-rodents in various ridiculous tableaux are practically endless.