It’s been eight years since she came to live with me as a two year old “adult” cat. (Joke’s on me with these Humane Society rescues and misplaced expectations — I didn’t know that cats could live to be 20, in which case, should a two year old really be called an adult?) She was confined to the house after construction started in our neighborhood a few months ago, but she’s back to being an indoor/outdoor cat lest she drive us both to insanity and she’s really become an incredible hunter. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed, but I’d also be lying if I said I didn’t want to throw up in my mouth a little every time I have to “take care” of a half-dead creature (*ahem* euphemisms) or almost step on a fully-dead creature. You’d think the bloodstains on the driveway would serve as a “stay away” sign, but apparently, our neighborhood has an insane vermin problem. Not in my house, thanks to Miu. (And not in our neighbor’s house… Apparently, Miu charged into their house and sussed out a mouse and they were more than happy to let her carry it off.)

Anyway, I have a folder on my phone called “Things Miu Brought Me” so I made you all a little collage. Click to enlarge at your own risk. Top center is a her latest kill — a rat. A goddamn rat. That she dragged into the house.