I swallowed my guilt in favor of not being a lame, overprotective Crazy Cat Lady and left Ruby home alone this Memorial Day Weekend. Despite leaving the radio on, giving her three bowls of water and two full bowls of food, and scattering her toys around the apartment, I still felt bad for abandoning her.
Well, I shouldn't have. Because apparently, The Rubes had a visitor. Until she killed it. When I came home I found the tiniest of mouses belly up on my rug. Gross!
I am both proud and grossed out by my dreadlocked little gal. And I certainly won't kiss her on her sweet little face.
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