Rude Awakening

   I was just about to drift into sleep when I heard a crash downstairs. I jumped up to check it out, expecting that kitty had knocked something over, and wondering what I'd find broken. Ah, ye of little faith; what I found was my dear kitty deftly batting a tiny mouse around the perimeter of the bathroom. It was VERY much alive, and lightning-fast. Finally she bit at it, it squeaked in terror, and then reared up in a corner like a prizefighter on the defensive. This was one tough mouse!
   I grabbed the wastebasket and clumsily tried to trap the mouse, but it was too fast and ran toward me, over my foot and then between my feet and behind me. I shrieked a bit, not from fright but more from shock at how FAST he was! Kismet came to my rescue and trapped him again. This time I grabbed him by the tail and the chase was done.

   Mousie is sleeping in the wastebasket, in a giant trash can, in the garage. I'll release him far from here tomorrow. So my hypothesis is that Miss Kiz has now caught two mice in one week. Her 2013 performance review is off to a great start! Aki, on the other hand, will have points deducted for trying to claim the mouse the other day. I think we know now who caught it.