OMG A MOUSE!
But the cat is stalking my
bacon for breakfast.

So, Sunday night I had one of those nights where you lie down “for ten minutes” before dinner and then wake up at 1 am. Since I still had a million things to do, I figured I’d get up, have scrambled eggs and bacon, watch an episode of the Gillmore Girls, do a few chores and go back to bed. The cats love it when I’m up in the middle of the night, so they start dashing about. Suddenly Lavina (yes, Lavinia) trots into the kitchen with a freakin’ mouse. (!) Clementine chases her into the living room, I chase both of them, and by the time I catch up the mouse is gone. Both cats are growling at the bookshelf, so I figured the mouse slipped back there. Spent several minutes moving the bookshelf; no mouse. WTF? Went back into the kitchen to discover Julian has eaten all the bacon.

Could not go to sleep because obviously will only wake up with dead mouse in the bed.

Can I just say, for the record, eek?