Look, Ma

It was dead, certainly dead.  Even before coffee, in the dawn light, I could see it was dead.  Cute, though.  The good news is that it was not in my bed.  Whichever cat was the trophy-bringer stopped outside our bedroom door.  


I left it for David to find.  :-)


Came downstairs to brew coffee and put together a lunch for him.


The dog was out.  


Not in his crate.


Which automatically means "check the breakfast room rug."


And sure enough.  That one I didn't leave for David.


Here's a picture of the poop perp... 

Fun and Games with the Pets...