*I'm whispering here, can you tell?*
You guys. I'm here like a prisoner in my own house right now. I just have this feeling that I'm being watched, but I don't know where the watcher is. It's giving me the heebie jeebies.
I keep turning in different directions to look, but at the same time, I'm hoping to not see anything. I'm watching my every step. Every little peep of noise makes me jump. It's hell I tellya!
It started this morning. Or last night. I don't know.
The cat was out all night. It's just what he needs to do, I suppose. He's got to go out and sow his predatory oats. And that's fine, the gophers and mice will make more.
So this morning, when I got up, I looked and found him in the backyard. Certainly after another night of carnage, he was ready to return to the civilized life.
I flicked on the light.
He turned from his crouched position and saw me.
It was his crouched position he assumes when he toys with a mouse before playing with it to death.
But he turned and saw me and decided to end the playtime and come on in.
or so I believed...
He came on in and headed downstairs. I went down a minute or so later
to find him playing with a much uninvited guest. The freaking mouse. He brought the darn thing in with him! It was still alive. They're playing Tom and Jerry in mah house!
I know what you're thinking. It's my fault. I'm the one who opened that door all widely and welcoming! I'm the enabler! To that I say:
It was dark!
I wasn't wearing my glasses!
Napolion's face (I've since realized) is the exact color of mouse! Or vice versa!
So here we are. I figured Napolion would play with that mouse until the mouse had no more play left in him - the usual shenanigans. I didn't care to watch it, knowing I'd be responsible for corpse removal. So I cowardly left the room, and returned later.
There's no corpse. No trace at all. No juicy gut pile. No discarded tail. Nothing. It's a mystery.
Did Mouse survive? Is he watching me as I type? Waiting to exact revenge? If not, where is the body?!? If so, where is the body?!? If the mouse is dead, will he haunt our house forever??
There's only one who holds the answer. And he's not talking.
At least it's a mouse and not one of those monstrous gophers.