every night's a different story

My cat (Casper) is the most adorable blue-mitted ragdoll and he is thick (probably pedigree inbreeding) (I still love him), and today I left a bag and shoes at the top of the stairs while I went to get a pizza out the oven. On returning to my stuff I found a dead mouse in between my stuff and ran away but Casper picked it up and chased me with it (it’s that kind of story). I locked myself in the living room, ate the pizza, drank some coke and went back upstairs to find the cat had now opened the mouse up so I ran back downstairs. I called my mum and she said separate them so I returned and did so (my adorable blue-mitted ragdoll was now a red-mitted murderer), and walking back downstairs I found what I thought were its kidneys. Left the house, got a call from my sister saying those actually weren’t kidneys, she looked at them properly and they were foetuses! Two mouse foetuses! 

Casper is a serial killer