This morning I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I pulled back the shower curtain and found this in my bathtub.
A mouse. A real live for real mouse. In my bathtub frantically trying to get out. It would run up the side of the tub and slide back down. Apparently not a lot of traction on mouse feet. I freaked out, ran into the family room and grabbed the nearest killing machine.
I grabbed Noodles, threw her into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut before she even know what was going on. I waited a minute, heard a few squeaks, and slowly opened the door.
She ran out with the mouse in her mouth. Hooray! Good kitty!
Then she dropped the mouse and it ran into the toys.
Sonofa! Bad kitty!
Jose and Bear joined in the search for the mouse. It was behind a bunch of toy tractors and a basket full of more toy tractors. At this point I was standing on the toilet in the other bathroom trying to put my makeup on all the while keeping an eye on the situation. My husband got down and started moving the toys out of the way.
Suddenly the mouse ran INSIDE the recliner. It out ran 2 dogs and a cat. I was still standing on the toilet sweating my makeup right off as my head was about 6 inches from the light.
Then Jose made his way under the recliner and chased the mouse out. Noodles grabbed it! Hooray! Good kitty!
She immediately drops it and the mouse runs under the couch.
Sonofa! Bad kitty!
At this point the kids were waking up and it was time to get them dressed and ready for daycare.
I am really hoping my husband and/or Noodles and/or Jose took care of the mouse after we left. Otherwise, I will spend the majority of my evening standing on furniture squealing like a city girl.
