All I can say is EEEEEWWWWWW!!!!
Okay, I’ll say a little bit more…
Our cat, Kung Fu caught a MOUSE in the kitchen tonight. OMG, it was the most shudder-worthy thing ever. And it wasn’t a sweet little cutie patootie mouse like fuzzy, well-dressed Stuart Little. It was small and grey and it squeaked a lot, and pooped in the cupboard under the sink. Now, I’m not an ÃœBER feminist, but I’m no pansy either–well, I didn’t think I was. But I’m telling you, when Kung Fu started batting the little rodent around like a hockey puck,
I was SHRIEKING at the top of my lungs like an overexcited school boy!
And THEN: the mouse got away! OH god. it was horrible. It ran into Andy’s closet (thank god it was andy’s closet and not mine. I’m such a bitch, but think of my poor shoes!)
Okay, this yucko story has gone on long enough, I’ll wrap it up. So finally we found little Gus Gus hiding in Andy’s closet, and we used the dustpan to sweep it into a plastic bag.
Now, don’t call PETA on me, but our first thought was to kill it—drop something heavy on the mouse to put it out of it’s misery—but the little guy didn’t look all that damaged, so we walked over to Riverside park and set it free.
Right now the mouse is either sh*tting a brick that it lived through the most harrowing experience of it’s poor little mousy life, or some other evil creature (squirrel? dog?) finished the job that Kung Fu started.
Ugh. I need a shower, I need a shot of tequila, and I need therapy! Oh, and I’m SO not letting the cat anywhere near my bed tonight. Ew.