My girlfriends cat brought me a mouse the other morning while i was brushing my teeth. We have mice in the house, again. When I get up for a drink of water in the middle of the night, the cat is there watching the dishwasher.
I found how they got in, this time. i repaired the holes. a mouse was stuck on the wrong side after the locks got changed and the cat finally got him.
We hate mice because they eat our food and poop on our dishes and give us weird diseases and scare our girlfriends. For a very very long time we have kept cats because we hate mice. mind you, cats eat our food and poop on our things and give us weird diseases too, but our girlfriends seem to like them.
But this cat i got here doesn’t hate mice. He’s fascinated by them and is excited to see one. Out of hatred and fear and disgust, in an effort to destroy something, we created something that loves it.
If I was smarter I could figure out what that means.