SURE, you two look innocent enough.
But I will never look at either of you the same way again.
And yet somehow, a poor field mouse (make that ex-field mouse) somehow ran into the house last week, and you two ate it like a fucking hot pocket.
At least that's what I'm told. God bless Mr. RK for getting home first and cleaning up all evidence of your nasty snack.
Now I have no illusions when you sit and flick your tail at a squirrel or a blue Jay on the other side of the sliding glass door.
I've been obsessing about this the past few days, wondering WHICH ONE OF YOU was the killer. Or maybe you both were?
PS You know what else bothers me? YOU ATE THE WHOLE THING. Not that I want to eat a fucking mouse, or find a dead mouse in my living room, but still. Other cats are selfless and bring the entire mouse for their masters, but clearly, you two have no such consideration. All you left were the...well, never mind. Let's just say I owe Mr. RK a big favor.
A vegetarian. A BIG one.