Mouse in the House

  So, I woke up this morning and our young cat had brought me present!  I walked into the living-room and bent to pick up what I thought was a thick piece of string off the floor-I had just vacuumed the floor the previous evening after all and I try to keep a decent house. The string was shiny and long and AAGGHHH-it has a heart attached to the end of it!  Yes, that's right sports fans, I just picked up-WITH MY BARE FINGERS- the intestines and heart of some poor mouse or other small furry creature that fell to the fierce and ferocious jaws of one of my two hunting beasts!  YUCH! Jeez, now I gotta throw it outside and scour my hands and get the carpet cleaner and scrub......grumble, grumble, curse, curse...
  Good morning!  It's either gut piles or feathers-one time it was just a foot and a tail. Another time it was just head the of the rodent and there was still long pieces of grass and grain in it's mouth and cheek pouches.  It's our fault you know.  We only feed them once a day and we want to keep them a little hungry so they will catch mice!  Oh yes, how ironic. I guess I failed to make it clear to either one of them that they don't have to bring their kills in to show "mommy" how good they did. Sometimes I catch the little one (Buddy) cruising in with a mouse, mole or some such creature still in his mouth-whole-dead and he will let me put it on a paper towel. He will be dainty and proper and eat it on the towel. Good boy.  My bigger one, however, Boo, will refuse to touch it if I dare to put it on something as human and clean as a paper towel. Don't make my clean up any easier-noooo. God, it drives me absolutely crazy, I can't walk through my house barefoot without fear of stepping on some squishy piece of intestinal goo, have to turn on every light in the damn house so I.......