a couple of weeks ago the cat started spending all of her time in the kitchen, which is unusual in the first place but even more so since she would sit staring into the mirrors on the kitchen cabinets. (there are mirrors on some of the kitchen cabinets. kinda strange, but that’s not the point.) this, coupled with our superior deductive reasoning skills, led us to conclude that there were mice running around in there. we toyed with the idea of letting the cat have-at‘em, but really, she’s not that kind of cat. so then, dave set up, a la tom & jerry, a pencil, string, and bucket operation, with the traditional cheese as bait. it was funny ha-ha, at first. he would never catch anything, let alone a giant rat, which was my fear. but, what do you know, but we done caught ourselves a little critter. i kid you not. a little brown mouse. pink ears, pink nose. he was just a baby, and way too cute. it took a good five minutes to convince ourselves to not keep him, but we finally agreed a dog, cat, fish, and mouse might me a bit excessive. and then the whole rabies thing. so we put him in a pickle jar, let the cat have a good look at the object of her two-week obsession, a carted him up to the park for a final farewell. dumb little mouse. i wonder how he’s doing?