Channeling my inner cat

Saturday night I was so tired I crashed at 5 in the afternoon and except for a few minutes at 7 was basically dead to the world until almost 7am.

And what I missed! I wish I could have filmed it. Tom brought in a mouse. He and Cynthia played with it, having a grand old time, while Dawn and Darryl, eventually aided by our neighbor who happened to get home in the middle of the hilarity.

At one point they had a line of chairs so they could walk around the dining room without being on the floor. Of course, that wouldn't really have done much good - later they tried to get into a paper shopping bag by knocking off its perch high up on a door frame...

Ultimately, it went under the refrigerator, so they pulled said fridge out... And tipped it backwards. Our neighbor managed to step on it enough to stun it and then they popped a can over it.

Today when I got home, I found Cynthia playing with the plant on a plate on a stool in the living room. At first I was going to shoo her away. Then I noticed... a mouse on the plate! Not a silver platter, unfortunately.

Dawn had mention considering the idea of using a pair of tongs to pick the mouse up off the door frame, so I went straight for my BBQ tongs...

Only took me 20 minutes of chasing it around 1/3 of the living room before I managed to pin one of his legs in the teeth of the tongs. Carried him that way across the street and let him go.