We had a cat that used to like to go for a walk around the corner and back, just so she could show us off to the housebound cats. She knew where they all lived, and she’d get their attention by ringing her bell until they came to window.

One night we were intensely writing and editing some work stuff, and she started crying for her walk, and we told her we didn’t have time tonight.

So she went outside and brought back in a dead mouse for us. I scooped it up, and took us all out for a walk, dropping the dead mouse in the trash can on the way.