Would You Like a Cup of Tea?

The cats had squirrel gravy on their supper last night. The had squirrel gravy because everyone that was going to had eaten their fill of the squirrel stew that was sitting on the stove and it seemed like the sort of disgusting liquid that cats would be all about.
I came home from work at 10 a.m. yesterday to find our excited houseguest showing the Cap'n what was, I found out soon, a dead, skinned squirrel in a bowl. A girl at a punk show had given our houseguest the squirrel that she had shot for its hide somewhere out in the 810 area code. He took the squirrel that a girl gave him at a punk show to our house and put it in a bowl in the fridge. Then, feeling very proud of himself, the houseguest made squirrel stew. Sadly, the punk girl had not properly skinned the squirrel and the soup was furry. Now, I think that anyone gross enough to eat squirrel wouldn't mind some fur, but what do I know.
This is all my fault, really. I've been lax in my moral stand against things that are stupid and gross. I found myself the night before seriously considering learning how to skin and tan roadkill. "Leather is practical" I said " and some nice fur lined gloves would keep my hands warm" Shame, Shame Shame. This is what that kind of thinking leads to.
Still, it would be hilarious to make the Cap'n a coon skin cap.