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Tuesday, May 24 2011
Tonight I was going to my computer with a peanut butter sandwich I'd prepared. Near the top of the stairs in the teevee room, I stepped on something moist, which I assumed was a glob of peanut butter that had fallen from my sandwich (it happens all the time). But when I went to clean up the mess, I found that the thing I'd stepped on was either a small mouse organ or a perhaps a mouse fœtus. It seems that Julius (aka "Stripey") has developed the habit of killing mice, bringing them to the teevee room, and disemboweling them.

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