Gee, what are the cats doing, playing with a piece of grey felt?"

[tanaise]

It was either playing or truly dead. I 'rescued' it and took it outside. I ended up dropping it gently into the compost heap on the other side of the fence, in case it is really dead (because I don't want anyone eating it). And while he's a good hunter kitty, Darwin's not too bright, as I scooped it up from right in front of him, and took it away, and they're still looking around the throw rug

Actually, I think he's just checking the throw rug now and then, and are off hunting for another one. This may have been Okie's first mouse experience, but it's Darwin's second--the first was on the floor in the kitchen, and he must have found the mouse inside one of Eli's shoes because he *still* stops every time he goes by one of his shoes and sticks his feet into it, just in case. Even his slippers. I told Eli he should start shaking out his shoes in the morning. ;)

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[slithytove.livejournal.com]

Darwin's name seems unusually apt at this moment. He is clearly a powerful force in the evolution of mice: only the strongest, fastest, and smartest mice shall survive and breed. He is driving the evolution of the ubermouse.

Hm. On the other hand, do you really want your house infested with supermice?