Horrifying

If I died in my house, my cats would eat me and they'd start with my head.

I have pretty conclusive evidence that this is what would happen.

Here's how it all goes down.
I'm sleeping. I hear this ear-splitting squeal from the living room "Squee, squee, squee!!"

"What the F---???!"

I look out my door but I don't see anything happening. In the far far off distance, I see that mouse run around like crazy in the family room on the other side of the house. I have never heard a mouse go "squee!!!" and there's no cat in hot pursuit of that mouse. I figure, something else must be going on.
Boy howdy, and HOW!

I go into the living room through the kitchen, so as to sneak up on whatever is happening. I turn on the kitchen light to get a better look.
That's when I see my little orange cat Baby and the BIGGEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN!
It wasn't really that big, not like an elephant, but it was bigger than any other vermin or critter these horrible cats have killed yet.

My stomach hurts, my first thought - rat. Shit! I go in for a closer look. It's not a rat at all. It's a BABY COTTONTAIL RABBIT!!!!!!!!!

Ugh.

I stand there horrified, speechless, disgusted and watch Baby gnaw the cottontail's head off. Completely OFF. Beheaded.

Then I got a cardboard box, assured the rabbit was now MOSTLY dead, and scooted it out the front door. I then had to go back and scoot out a foot that Baby had chewed off in the excitement.
Ew, friggin ew.

So, that's where the cats are now, on the front porch eating a dead rabbit.

"There's an actual mouse in the house already guys! You don't need to order take out!"

Little jerks.