This is not what you might expect.

It was around 9 in the morning, W. woke me up to take a look at the cows exploring the new field. I was still half asleep, rubbing my eyes, tryng to walk over to the porch without stumbling over my own feet. Yeah, the cat was running wild half of the night, up and down, up and down, meowing and making all different kinds of noises, teasing the dogs in the living room, getting them all riled up; I probably got up 4-5 times, to try and talk sense into the cat; to no avail of, course. Who am I kidding?
Anyways, after taking a look at the pasture I was ready to get back under the warm covers for a few more hours of z's. Mind that I was still quite sleepy, so when W. heard me crying loudly "Oh my God, oh no...no, no." in the bedroom he came right over to find me sitting on the edge of bed next to...a dead baby mouse. Yep, that's what I've found when I lifted the sheets off. I don't know when the cat brought it into bed, and how long it's been there...Well, at least it wasn't on the pillow next to my face. Thank you, my dear kitty Panther. Your efforts are truly appreciated.