RIP, mr. fute...

this morning, when i got out of the shower and walked into my bedroom, lying in the middle of the floor, next to a dirty sock, was the tiny corpse of mr. fute, the mouse*. okay, so maybe i screamed when i saw the little guy, but sadly, that will be the last scream i utter for poor mr. fute. so after i stood unmovingly for a few minutes and was good and damn sure that he was dead, i started feeling sorry for him, and then realized that this is just how nature works, so i found an empty box, scooped up his little body, paid my respects, and put him out with the trash.

now, i'm no veterinarian, but i estimate mr. fute's cause of death to be sheer shock. he wasn't bloody, his neck didn't look like it had been broken. poor guy -- scared to death by a couple of silly cats. still, though, i'm proud of milo and kenobi, both of whom are sleeping next to me right now. my little killers. and they were kind enough to leave mr. fute somewhere i was sure to find him, and not behind a bookshelf where his body would rot and stink up the place. awwww...

and in honor of their bravery and hard work, i'm going to post a picture of them. this is a first (and possibly an only). milo is the white one, kenobi is the small one:


you all have krista to thank for me not posting a picture of the crime scene and mr. fute's corpse. "that's gross", said krista. "you're right", said emily.



*see the comments in this post for how mr. fute got his name.