We told our son to stay in his room until 8am on Christmas morning. (unless he had to go to the bathroom, we wanted our sleep, but we're not monsters). He's good about stuff like this, so we had no worries.... at 6.15 AM the boy started banging on our bedroom door, yellling that there was "an EMERGENCY". I sat up all sorts of horrid thoughts in my head, my Mr. jumped out of bed and as we opened up the door, the boy was screaming and crying that the cat had brought a dead mouse into his room.
A dead mouse. And, the cat was throwing it up in the air and catching it..... he was having the time of his life, the cat, not so much the mouse.
I got the boy into bed, and tried to explain how the cat saw everyone give him presents on Christmas Eve, and how the cat LOVED him so much, he wanted to get the boy something too. Since he's a cat, he brought him a mouse, the ultimate sign of love. Plus, where else was the cat going to get him a present? Amazon? The boy wasn't impressed.
My Mr. got the poor mousy remains removed from his room, and we got the boy to go back to sleep in our bed until almost 9am -no way was he going back to his room, that room has "mouse Cooties". When he got up, he was better, Christmas morning went on without another hitch, and he loves his presents.
I had a lot of laundry to do (the mouse had been....well played with and on his blanket and robe before being removed)but there was no blood, so that wasn't such a chore....... The boy forgave the cat, and has invited him back into his room. We have one less mouse, and a heck of a Christmas story.........
No mouse picture. I have one, but why would I subject ya'll to a picture of a dead mouse in a garbage can?