*I'm going to give you a little background information before I get to the 'EEK' part of the story*

Saturday morning I get up and find little smears of dried blood all over the hallway tiled floor.  I wondered if one of the dawgs had cut their paws, but couldn't find any evidence of that when I examined them.  The cat wasn't anywhere to be found, so I summised that she must have injured herself somehow and that's where the blood came from.  We had a big hole in the screen of our bedroom window and Polly likes to get out of it if she's given a chance, so I figured she'd hurt herself on that. 

Fast forward to this morning.  I was laying in bed, dozing until the alarm went off, when I heard what I thought was squeaking.  I figured I had dreamt it and tried to doze off again.....and then I heard the squeaking again, but louder this time.  I reached over and turned my bedside lamp on to see what the heck was up, and what a sight I was greeted by!

The cat had a small grey rodent in her mouth.  THAT was what was making the squeaking.  EEEEK!!!! 

Someone had left the bedroom window open and she'd got out in the night and had brought me a little gift home. 

Apparently Polly didn't like me seeing what she'd got, because she shot under the bed - with the rodent still in her mouth.  I have shoes under the bed and I didn't want to have her deposit the rodent in them, so I tried to shoo her out of there and called for the kids to come and help me.  Between us we managed to get Polly out, but she left the critter under there.  My son and I had to get on our bellies to try and find the stupid thing, and when we did find it Polly jumped on it and ate it.  At least, I think she ate it.  Neither Dave nor I can find it under the bed, so I'm going to summise that she ate it. 

As I was telling my husband about what happened, it dawned on me that THAT'S how the blood came to be on the floor.  It wasn't that Polly had hurt herself, she'd got another critter and had played with it before eating it. 

Oh, the joy of having pets!