… you walk into the kitchen and see, very sweetly, a wee widdle mouse munching by the garbage can.
my hubby points him out and we dash to the other room – me out of fear, him to retrieve the two cats to sic them on the mouse.
not gonna happen.
Mitchell, the large tabby, knocked the fat thing around for a few minutes then lost interest since it didn’t seem like his catnip toys and just wasn’t… fun.
Jazz, old white street cat, didn’t even notice it. Not even when it moved literally a few inches in front of her face.
this is a sad, sad thing to see.
updates to come, hubby is attempting to remove mouse from kitchen as I discreetly HIDE in the computer room.