One day my friend Klesipina, the neighborhood cat, caught a mouse outside my door. She walked up to me with the twitching body inside her mouth, sunk her teeth into it and dropped the dead mouse in front of me. She kept playing around with the body, flung it around and chewed on it for a while. I was honestly horrfied and curious at the same time. But as this event is a part of nature's cycle, I felt I had to deal with it in my own way of respect. I picked up the still warm mouse and carried it outside and with my little peeps, this is what I turned Klesipina's offering into.