Carnage

The other day when I got home from work, hubby was outside waiting for me.
He told me to pop the hood before I could get out of the car, and he looked over the engine. I got out and asked him what was wrong, and he showed me a puddle of blood on the driveway with chunks of fur and little bloody paw-prints leading away from it.
I had gotten up really early for work, and I guess he assumed there was a cat hiding in my engine.

I think if that had been the case, I would have heard, felt, seen (smelled?) something. It wasn't me - I swear.
...And yet, Ick.

I think that creature that attacked my dog and the neighbor's kitten must still be roaming out there - and claimed another victim.

Yeah.

...Speaking of carnage...

My husband has begun the annual Christmas decorating.

Heaven help us all.
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