...just wow. I know some people who will be very touched by this, I know I was.



As Chris and I were watching television last night and lying in bed, my little black cat comes dashing into the room (which we ignored, because she does that a lot) and there is this really loud squeak. We both look over like WTF and she is playing with a mouse, which she drops, and it dashes back out into the other room. After she corners it, I manage to get it to run into a tea tin that Chris brought home from his job at Barnes and Noble, and I let it loose outside. It was tiny, and cute, and definitely not going to live long.

Thinking it was strange, and feeling sad for the badly damaged little mouse, we finally went to bed and slept most of the night away until 4:00 am when Chris sat bolt upright after hearing weird banging around out in the living room/kitchen area. When I went out there in the dark, my cat was crouching outside the kitchen door, all hunched over, and was growling low and constantly. I thought she was foaming at the mouth, and I was terrified that she had gotten sick from the mouse or something, but when I turned on the lights I could see another little grey mouse hanging from her mouth. ((This whole time, the orange cat is running back and forth like "OMG are you going to feed me now? You're up and in the kitchen?? Food? Food? What's going on??? LMAO he's adorably clueless...))

After a lot of prodding, I got her to let go of the mouse which I thought was dead, but obviously wasn't as it streaked into the kitchen with her hot on its tail. I managed to catch this one in the same tin as before, after finally getting her to move away from where she'd cornered it but couldn't quite get to it. I let this one go out in the trees too, and apart from some blood on its foot, I think it was okay. I know its probably stupid to feel bad for them, but I used to have little rodents as pets and I've always liked mice and rats and these were SO small. I should have killed the first one because of how badly it was hurt but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Chris said maybe we should get an aquarium and keep all the mice she catches in there, a sort of "mouse rehab" LOL.

My cat spent the rest of the night camped out next to the garbage can in the kitchen, staring at the bottom of the stove and dishwasher where they seem to be coming from. Pretty much I think that they run out of there and head for the cat food which is like 3 feet away, and some of it is always spilled on the floor for one reason or another, and she waits for them to go for it and then pounces. Out of all the apartments in this building, the mice come into ours, with our two cats. WTF?? I've heard them in the walls before, but was always confident that they would stay there, or invade other people's space and not ours. I mean... I thought mice would be a little smarter than that?? Maybe our building has all the "challenged" mice...? Who knows.