Porter brought me a gift this afternoon. Yes, it is a dead mouse that he found outside. You're welcome for the lack of focus on the gift itself. When I turned around, I actually screamed, and he looked so disappointed at my lack of appreciation that I felt bad. I did make him take it back outside and wash his hands really well though.
I'm Cooking: Last night I made Shepherd's Pie with carrots and turnips. As usual, Molly ate three bowls and Porter (who has an aversion to mashed potatoes) said the meat was contaminated and made him sick in his mouth. Lovely.