So I’m sitting this morning, trying to meditate, and I hear crunchings from the Friskies plate, interspersed with softer munchings. I suspect Britches of bringing a critter upstairs to eat so she can have some bread with her meat. Munch munch crunch crunch…PUKE!!!! Cat gurk, my favorite, heard it splat on the plate, then no more munching and crunching. Sure enough, upon investigation I find the uneaten rear portion of a mouse, the front half in the gurked-up pile on the plate. Ah, life with alley cats-