Oliver Serves Himself Dinner (not for the squeamish)

[NJCher]

This is Oliver. He has his own door and comes and goes as he pleases, although he prefers for me to be his door person.




Here is what I found on his plate. He put it there. I am sure he brought it in from the outdoors.



Of course I disposed of it immediately.

He complained for two days. He returned to his plate for dinner, saw his mouse wasn't there, and looked at me in disbelief.

Yes, I said, you should have refrigerated it. I wasn't about to.

For two days he intermittently paced around his plate, looking at it, staring at me. Like "I can't believe you would do that!"