Last night at 4:00 AM I awoke to the sound of the cat crunching the food in her bowl. And suddenly it reminded me of something from my childhood.

We were outside, playing with a bunch of kids from the neighborhood, when we noticed that somebody’s cat (it’s been a long time but I think his name was “Tiger.” How original we kids are when it comes to naming cats). Anyway, Tiger had found a mouse and was sitting in the garden and munching on it.

Note that most of the cats I have known in my life have no interest whatsoever in actually eating anything they catch, they normally come back and present it like some kind of prize and then walk off. But, no, Tiger was obviously enjoying his meal and we kids, instead of going “Huh? A mouse? In Plano?” which is what grownups would do, instead watched him crunch the bones and lick up the blood and said “Ew, gross.”

Okay, I never said it was a pleasant flashback. That’s what I get for watching Saw right before bed.