George W was making quite a bit of racket this morning, after I took Maggie Rose outside, and they both came back indoors. I get up to see what it’s all about...this.
I went to get something to grab it, when I come back, it was gone. I have no idea what he did with it. I don’t believe it was playing possum, as I heard smacking, like man this is yummy, when initially I went to see what the ruckus was about.
I needed to meet a designer this morning, not a lot of time to play find the missing critter. I dang well better not have a tiny head in my bed tonight. And hopefully he didn’t hide it in Maggie’s bed. All I can think of is disgusting odor waiting to greet me tonight.
Always a freaking adventure - life.
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