So yesterday, I get home and smell a dead mouse. It stunk pretty bad. So for a while I search for the deceased, following the smell to under the sink. I couldn't find anything. I give up for a while, but the odor is just too bad. I keep looking, and still find nothing.
Eventually, I notice Pants needed some food, I get the bag out and start pouring it in the bowl. And then, to my surprise, I find that the dead mouse is IN THE BAG OF CAT FOOD.
Oh the irony.