Not 3 days ago, I was musing to Darren, "Amazing that we haven't had a mouse in this house yet. As old as it is, with all its cracks and crevices, I can hardly believe we've never had one."
Ashlie is, at this moment, prowling around like a lion in the front room - meowing, pouncing, stalking, bristling....
I might think it was just a gecko or a bug, except that this morning while Dani sat at the computer, she watched a little mouse run across the floor in front of her feet.
My feet are up on the chair right now, thankyouverymuch.
I half hope Ashlie catches and destroys the mouse, and I half hope she doesn't. I'll make sure my bedroom door is securely latched when I go to bed. I don't wanna invite any middle-of-the-night gifts from the cat. EEK!