I was in the bathroom... (I'm tellin' ya, everything happens when I'm in the bathroom....)
Furry Husband asked me if I'd given Toe anything to chew on.
No, I hadn't.
Then Furry Husband says, "Can you come here? .... Quick?"
"O.k." and I finish up with washing my face or brushing my teeth ... whatever I was doing in there.
"That's not quick!" he says and there is some urgency to his voice.
I come out of the bathroom and he has Toe's muzzle in his hand. "Look."
I start to look at Toe's mouth thinking I need to fish something out or he's cut himself or something....
"No. Look down."
Lying on Toe's front paws is a big ol' dead vole. It is wet and it's fur is all spikey from being in Toe's mouth and being chewed on.... gross, gross, gross!
I picked it up by the tail, put on my birkenstocks and headed outdoors to toss it in the field. Eww, ewww, ewwww!
Furry Husband got these shots... Toe didn't want to give up his "prize".
That is IT Punkin. That is the last straw! I'm not playin' with you any more. You keep bringing these voles into the yard and you've left me no choice.
Your catnip supply is cut OFF!