But there's a mouse in my house.
My lovely cat brought it in as a gift, I'm sure, but I've told her before that I don't care for these types of gifts.
Obviously she doesn't care.
And I'd also like to clarify that if she's going to bring me mice as presents, I prefer the dead kind. Otherwise, I spend days on end trying to chase down a mouse.
Leah tried to help last night. I noticed she was camped out right by the pantry door, so I figured the mouse had scurried in to hide. So what did I do? Opened the pantry, moved some of the things on the floor to give Leah plenty of room to search, and let her at it.
The good news was she got the mouse.
The bad news was that she dropped it at my feet and I wasn't quick enough to get it before it scurried behind the refrigerator.
RATS! I'm mean, MOUSE!