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The cat was acting oddly on the boxes she sits on over by the window, and I went over and saw that she'd found a slug somewhere. She was batting at it and was visibly disappointed that it wasn't doing anything more than twitching feebly. I guess it got in when I had the window open earlier and it rained a lot on the windosill before I realized the rain was getting inside and shut the window. I rescued the slug and threw it out the front door, but I fear it is no longer for this world and is now oozing around in gastropod heaven. And now I feel vaguely guilty for not rescuing it sooner. The cat, naturally, feels no guilt at all and is now wandering around and every so often licking her paws. I hope the slime isn't anything other than icky - I don't want to clean up more barf.