The first words I heard this morning were:

"Mingo left a present for us downstairs."

I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head.
When a cat leaves a present for you, it's rarely a good thing.

Of all the presents I could think of it actually turned out to be the best case scenario --
for Mingo's first night back with us, he presented us with...a mouse!
When I finally dared to look there it was, dangling by its tail, dead as a doornail.
Not a big one, but it's nice to know he's already earning his keep.

The next words I heard were:
"Don't you want to take a picture of it?!?"

Hmm. I suppose I deserve that.
"Uh, no. Thanks."

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I didn't really come up with any great ideas for my picture today,
but at least I haven't sunken to posting deceased rodents.
Well, not yet.