No Good Deed Goes Undone

No doubt miffed over the theft of his prize last night Cat took to the streets this evening with one thought on his furry mind: Vengeance.

Unfortunately the diminutive rodent who so narrowly escaped death only 24 hours ago was not so lucky this time.

As if to drive home a warning, Cat left the corpse near my apartment's front steps -- the one place where no one would be able to miss it. "Death comes on furry paws," the tiny, still body seemed to intone, "and no one escapes Death."