I woke up yesterday morning and walked into the living room to see something I’ve never seen before. The cat IN the mouse cage. You may remember that I have but one remaining mouse alive out of the four that Trinny gifted me with over a year ago. The other three have been lost to old age. So here’s my beloved Stumpy, her whole ass on one of the floors in the cage, paws in the paper chips at the bottom of the cage, looking at me with eyes the size of saucers. I yell “What the crap are you doing?” and she tries her best to get her butt out of the cage without killing herself. Just then, I notice a tiny little mouse tail dissapear under the couch. Oh, brilliant.
The next hour consisted of me with a towel, a flashlight and some crackers to try and lure the poor paniced mouse from her spot under the couch. I finally cornered her and grabbed her with a towel and put her back in the cage. She was very happy to be back in familiar surroundings. As I shut the cage door, The Stump wanders in and looks at me as if to ask “Hey, you look awful. What have you been doing?”
