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Awoken by my two children this morning, i blundered out of bed, without my glasses, to change my youngest's diaper and feed the cat, who has a habit of ripping up paper and knocking things over when he wants food in the morning.
Diaper changed and cat fed, i walk into the living room, still sans glasses. There stands my youngest saying "Daddy, Oscar (the cat) found one of his rats".
We had gotten the cat some realistically feeling, but ridiculously colored, fake mice to play with for Christmas. The cat loved them. So much that he either destroyed or lost all 6 within the span of 48 hrs.
So my initial thought was "Great, he has another play toy". But upon quick examination i realized that the thing in my child's hand was far too colorless and far too large to be a toy. Yes, Oscar had finally found the mouse and here it was in the tiny little hand of my offspring.
So after knocking it out of his hand and rushing to the bathroom to scour his fingers clean, my kid starts asking:
"Is that a real rat?"
"It's not a rat, sweetie. It's a mouse"
"A real dead mouse?"
"Yes, buddy, a real dead mouse"
"i think it's just sleeping"
"Oh, yeah? Well i'm gonna put it to bed in this plastic bag here"
"Yeah, he can sleep all day in the plastic bag"