Ordinary - July 1 - Shoes

In our entrance hallway/mudroom we have four baskets for shoes. 

Each one of us has our own basket, but when we get busy, the baskets get jumbled. 

Once when I was cleaning out the mudroom, I emptied all the baskets and found a dead flattened mouse in Kuba's basket.   I think he (or one of us) may have stepped on it in the backyard and carried it in on the bottom of their shoe.  Sometimes our cat, Tiger, leaves gifts of dead mice and dead birds laying in the yard.   I can't think of any other way the flattened mouse could have gotten there.