There's a goddamned mouse in my kitchen. I thought I saw it earlier today, in the afternoon, but thought I might have been imagining it. Nope, just saw the little fucker run under the stove. Apparently the damn cats are off duty. Two tuxedo cats, littermates, a boy and a girl that we've had since December 2012. The boy is upstairs somewhere being his lazy ass self, and the girl is on the top of the couch being her aloof self. Meanwhile there's a future crisis in the kitchen when the wife sees the thing. Really, this is a woman who will run down, tackle and kill a caribou with her bare teeth but will scramble up on the kitchen table if she sees a mouse.
Maybe I'm feeding the cats too often.
Maybe I'm feeding the cats too often.
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