Mousie

Here's a joke for you:

What is worse than finding a dead mouse in your family room?

Answer: Finding half a dead mouse in your family room.

Yep, this morning we awoke to find the back half of a mouse on the family room rug. None of the 3 cats were admitting to it, but we suspect Marbles.



This isn't a recent photo of the suspect, as you can tell by the green grass outside. He is the most likely to have made a kill and actually eaten part of it. The other two are too soft. They are true kitty pets.

We asked Marbles to please either finish his snacks, or find a better place to store them. He should, Mr. Incredible got rid of the back half of the mouse. If Marbles went back for it later it was gone. "Hey, where's my mouse butt? I was going to eat that after lunch!"

The mice that live in the basement (in the cage, I've told you about them, right?) were all accounted for. They are the field mice (or possible descendants of them) that moved into the birdseed in the garage and eventually into the basement in a nice little cage. They love their wheel. All field mice should have one. Here's the story of Mr. I first meeting the mice. I can't find any posts where they moved in. Mr. I is a little nutty, have I mentioned that?

The worst part of the whole ordeal is that Mr. I and I both walked right past the half mouse at least once, assuming it was a mousie toy on the floor. It wasn't. Well, not a catnip one. I think we need to be a little more observant.

Eww