kellaroot

Is there an entry for this on the “real New Yorker” checklist?

You see, the kitties often put toy mice in our shoes, so I just assumed I would pull out one that is blue or green. But it definitely was alive. And looking at me. (And TBH, it was cute :( )

Of course I dropped it and screamed bloody murder. Thankfully, because I scared them, Buster and Lyla darted under the bed. Within the next hour, they located the mouse under the bed and bullied it up a bit. I was afraid to leave the apartment as the kitties have been known so stash their prizes for us to find, completely dead, later.

I was able to eventually capture the intruder under a box (still alive, but a little slower mind you) and take it to our trash room — very tall cans, no way that sucker is getting out of there.

I’m pretty scarred. I am relieved the cats were there to help but I also feel bad at the same time.

What a morning.