Stepped into the hall (currently under gentrification; note hideous just-laid-down poly vinyl floor) turned to lock the bunker door & was confronted w/ the vision of a cat of the tuxedo persuasion consuming a mouse. It'd be a bit heavy-handed even in a Fellini movie, but it happened & I have pictures!
Other titles considered:
- "The Naked Lunch"
- "Today in Symbolism/Allegory"
- "Moment of
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Our former cat, Toby was inside/outside, and he would team up with Lucifer the backyard to rip the zippers out of small creatures that ventured too close. I have cleaned up mice, a bird or two, small bunnies, even a rat. The funny thing is that I never got there early enough to clean up the head. Invariably, Toby would be sitting contentedly, licking his chops while Lucy ravaged the rest of the body; but the head was always gone. Must have been full of good parts, brains and eyes and such. But Toby always claimed the choice parts first, then left the rest to the stupid dog...
Mmmmmmmm..dead mouse
Damn, maybe I should have thought twice before letting the cat sleep on my sweatshirt.
Between him and his sister, lotta squirrel tails get found on the premises.
. It'd be a bit heavy-handed even in a Fellini movie, but it happened & I have pictures!
It would be unremarkable in a Sam Peckinpah flick. And jeez, Scorsese? Not even considered by Tarrentino.
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