The cat

We have a cat. His name is Oliver and he's a fatty. But adorable.

Regardless...he was out late last night, prowling around, doing cat stuff. When he finally came home, he had a dead baby mouse. I was telling my mom that he was out late cause he was killing things and she goes "well, did you praise him for bringing back the dead mouse?" and I told her that I did not. Apparently, I'm supposed to praise the cat...for being a cat. I don't get it either.

My brother also RAN OVER the dog on Monday night. She's fine, we took her to the vet, but seriously. He ran over the dog. Good thing she's cool.