I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing that, when I played the guitar last night, the house mouse came out of his hole. But he did, and the cats scrambled–and with a shoe box, I caught him. Yes I did. The cats sat with their ears all directions. I took the mouse (far) outside. Sitka went to the bookshelf, rolled over, and kicked the crap out of it.
(Originally posted October 13, 2015)