It's their way of saying, "See this?! This is what YOU are supposed to be doing! Quit messing around with that lame stuff in cans and bags!"
I know I've gaggingly cleaned up my fair share of dead rodentia. Were they gifts? Or were they lessons?
I may have gotten clue.
Last week, I told of the Scrubjay couple currently making the cat's life a living hell whenever he's outside. The saga continues.
Recall that I also confessed to sometimes lobbing a lacrosse ball at the annoying birds to scare them off. The cat seems very appreciative of my tosses and often "asks" me to not only let him outside, but to also accompany him.
But he can't pay me enough to be his 24-hour bodyguard, and I typically leave him to suffer through it.
Yesterday, I came upon this:
It's the lacrosse ball, sitting prominently on the back doorstep. I asked Magnum if he put it there, but no.
Clearly, Napolion put it there, and it's probably a message to me, much like a dead rodent.
"THIS is what you're supposed to be doing!"