Sunday, July 13, 2008

Cat and Mouse

Well, I got a LOT of editing done at Girl's Camp this week. I printed out every story of mine (no FF) but one and edited all of it. Three times. I guess that's what happens when you have too much time on your hands.

Anyway, I got a nasty little homecoming present yesterday.

When Dad picked me up from the Stake Center, he told me that he was late picking me up because he was busy cleaning up a mess in the living room. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Starlight? [meaning our near-Bulimic cat]
Dad: Yeah, but not the usual mess. This one was in two halves with some guts in between.
Me:...he caught a mouse?
Dad: Yup. Sometime during the night, and it was a real mess.

So, I get home, and I'm there for a little while when I look up at the stairs and Chris is there, at the end of the hallway, and he says, "Oh, wow. There's another mouse in here!" So, we grab the two cats, and Tigerlily, our fat n' lazy brown tabby, grabs the mouse by the tail and runs into the kitchen with it. Only, I get a good look at the 'mouse' when she does.

It's not a mouse--It's my hamster, Fisk.

So, I ran after the cat and yelled upstairs, "Somebody check my hamster cage, NOW!" I'm already cornering Lily by the time Mom says, "Oh, crap. The cage is empty!" So I move the chair Lily is hiding under and try to grab her. She let's go of Fisk and tries to grab him again, but I swat her over to my sister, who grabs her. Fisk runs off, but, after a little game of cat and mouse (bad choice of words, sorry) I grab him and put him back in the hamster cage.

I don't think it's necessary to say what had happened to poor Michael the night before.