All three cats kept clustering together around different spots near the baseboard heaters tonight. They were all very excited and agitated. I suspected a mouse.
It wasn't long before I had no doubt: it
had to be a mouse, or some similar small creature. They were too excited for anything else.
Teri and Sebastian were both already asleep, by the way.
Later I heard a wild high-pitched squeaking, so high that I thought it might be a bat rather than a mouse. But it
was a mouse, a good-sized plump one, and Baby was chasing it (followed closely by Widget). It dashed into one of Teri's slippers. I had a quick glimpse; it may have been injured and had definitely been roughed up, but I saw no sign of a critical injury. So I gently but quickly clapped her other slipper on top of the opening to keep the mouse from getting away, took it outside, and tossed it onto our front lawn. I should have taken it further away, but I was a little excited myself.
I hope it doesn't come back to our house...but with three cats here who have already shown their ability as mousers, that could only be classified as suicide.
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