Eeeek, a mouse!!!!

Just when you tell the whole internet you hate your cat, wouldn't you know it, he comes in handy?

On January 1, I saw something move in my kitchen and suspected it was a mouse although we haven't had mice here since 11 years ago. But then nothing and I had all but come to think I must have imagined it when yesterday morning I spotted the dog looking at the wall in a highly suspicious way, and later in the afternoon, proof positive. I witnessed the actual mouse scurry from the dogfood bowl to behind the oven while the cat napped blissfully on the radiator shelf less than two feet away.

Fonzie the cat redeemed himself last night, however, when I walked into the kitchen to find him with the mouse in his mouth and a gleam in his yellow eyes. I fled the scene to calm myself down with a CSI episode on serial killers only to find the show featured a reference to cat and mouse games, a nest of baby rats in an old evidence box, and an explanation of some horrible virus found in rat feces that will leave you bleeding from the eyes if not dead.

Nevertheless, at the end of CSI and without a hazmat suit, I made my way to the kitchen and discovered there was no mouse corpse. Instead, Fonzie was staring intently at the radiator in the hallway in what was obviously a state of high alert.

This weekend I will pick up some pet-friendly mousetraps and together with my cat, we will off the mouse once and for all. I have no guilt whatsoever about ridding the world of a mouse or two or three if it comes to that.