We have mice. Lots of them.
(Note: This is NOT a blatant ad. for the Tiffany bracelet Michael bought for me. It isn't! Stop thinking I care about name brands! I so don't! It just so happens Michael bought a Tiffany bracelet? So what? Heather owns tons of Pottery Barn! Go pick on her!)
Anyway, we found this coven of mice beneath an ottoman. They apparently had been hiding out there for months, and began to ingest strange poisons which dyed their hair into bright colors, thereby eliminating any camoflauge ability.
Delilah, however, could not be convinced to kill the little bastards.
In three months, they will have reproduced so much that they will clash with my color pallette. What the heck is this cat good for, anyway?
