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Of animals I have killed.

Today I was quietly napping behind the couch when I got startled by a little gray dart coming straight towards me. Not knowing what it was, I took the most logical course of action and dropped my jaws down on it. It tried to escape, but I killed it instantly. Daddy pulled me away and wouldn't let me eat it, but the point is that it learned that it shouldn't wake me up while I nap. I assume that all other gray darts have learned the same thing.
After Daddy pulled me away, I quickly lost interest and went back to my nap, leaving Daddy the boring job of throwing the little dart out into the trash and cleaning up the pool of blood it left behind on the floor. When Daddy was done with that, I was rewarded for ridding the house of such an evil beast with a Mr. Pugsley dipped in peanut butter and a rawhide.
Moral of the story? DON'T WAKE ME UP WHILE I NAP!!!

LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION!