Last night when I was cuddled down into the bed I realized that there was a crunching noise coming from the corner of the room. I peeked above my covers to see in the shadows that Maurice was eating something.
I did not turn on the light over there. I did not get up and put on my glasses. I waited for Mr. Moon to come to bed.
Maurice, my cat who had not hours before refused to eat organic cooked chicken innards, was happily chewing up the delicate bits of a mouse.
She is my service animal.
I love her.