Finally found that dead mouse that has been stinking up my apartment for the last few days. Sort of amazing how a little half pound piece of flesh and fur can smell so bad.

I'm glad my cat gets to go outside, so he can experience the joy of stalking and prowling, and the excitement of territory wars with the neighboring cats, but I wish he would quit dragging things into the house to torture.

9:00 a.m. addendum. Just before leaving for work, I found another one - partially eviscerated and buried in my favorite Hawaiian shirt that I had left on the floor. It was fresher though.