a little bit louder, and a little bit worse…
Last night, Pure Luck and I got to bed about 10:30 and fell almost immediately asleep. I awoke suddenly at 11:50 pm to a sense of deja vu and a horrible realization that I really *was* having the same experience as the night before.
The squeaking, the chasing, the pouncing–all louder than the night before.
The husband–just as doped up.
The Songbird–just as freaked out!!!
This time Pure Luck said it was fine with him for the cat to kill the mouse. After all, he had to sleep in AT shelters with hundreds of them.
Guess who will never be sleeping in a shelter on the Appalachian Trail?
#1 Son had just come in for the evening, and he monitored the situation, allowing me to escape once again to the guest room. Eventually he reported the mouse was dead. I’m not sure that made me feel any better. Why didn’t I latch that cat door yesterday??!!?!!!
This morning Baby is curled up at the foot of my bed looking pleased with herself. For some strange reason, she doesn’t want her breakfast.
This gives a whole new meaning to the expression "herding cats," which I had used in describing to Pure Luck what Children’s Sunday at church might be like this morning. At least we won’t have mice.