Early this morning, I heard the cats running upstairs, chasing something. It's not unusual -- they're cats. Maybe they found one of their many toys that are scattered around the house (most are under one couch) or maybe Bettis was getting on Ella's nerves so she decided she wasn't going to take it anymore.
But then I heard a squeaking noise. It definitely sounded alive. After a little convincing, I got Brendan up to take a look. They had chased a little mouse upstairs. Thanks guys for bringing it into our room. Couldn't they have been happy "playing" with it downstairs somewhere instead of next to my dresser?
Brendan cornered it in the bathroom, then scooped it up into a shoebox (still alive mind you) and took it outside. I think I saw it crawling on the outside of the basement window this morning.
I don't mind so much when they chase the wierd cricket bugs in our basement in the summer, but a mouse is a little different. At least Ella didn't bring it to us as a present. We're going to Texas in a few weeks to visit with Brendan's brother, so maybe we'll have some exterminators come in while were away.
Labels: cats, nighttime adventures