Mouse, Part Deux

I realized as I typed that title just how apropos it is, when I am sitting here worrying about finding mouse part trois, quatre and cinq!

Rescue Kitty (her name is Sophia, but she doesn't respond to it yet) has suddenly remembered that cats catch mice.

I was walking past the fridge into the laundry room when I heard weird noises behind the fridge. Big weird noises. Suddenly, Rescue Kitty came scooting out backwards as fast as a cat can scoot in an area just narrower than she is! Then she ducked her head back behind the fridge.

Uh-oh! She found something! She crawled completely under the fridge for a moment, then scooted out backward - with a baby mouse hanging from her mouth! I was close enough that if I shrieked, she would have dropped the mouse on my feet. Whatever else happened, I did NOT want that mouse on my feet!

I scooted backward out of the kitchen at about the same speed she had moved from behind the fridge, trying so hard to keep my "Woody, there's a bug" noises to myself. I didn't want Woody, the dog, to come flying in and startle the cat into dropping the mouse.

Kitty took the mouse to her room. I tiptoed down and peeked around the door to see what she would do with it. She had it between her paws. I wasn't getting close enough to see what she was doing - I had no desire to see parts, innards, guts, etc! Worse, she might get distracted and the mouse might run my way!

I had to get to work, so I don't know what became of the mouse. I recalled as I drove that I hadn't made my bed. Man, I hope whatever she does to the mouse, it's not done in my bed!

I think I liked it better when she ignored the mice. At least then I wasn't worrying about Mouse, Part Trois ending up under my covers!