Cat and mouse

[mystarry]

Ian and Kate informed us that we had a little guest upon moving in, named Oscar. Oscar was a mouse. I saw was, because my champion mouse catcher Isis caught it, despite the eight or so various kinds of mouse traps David bought. At about 4 a.m. the other night, I heard a crash into a bag of cans we have on the floor. I went to inspect and saw Isis in the middle of the living room floor with the mouse. So I woke up David to catch the mouse, because I will have nothing to do with the death of it. The mouse then runs under the couch, Isis hot on its tail. She dragged it back into the living room and repeated this process about four times. Every time David tried to grab it from her, she growled. Finally, the mouse ran into a plastic bag, which David scooped up, rubber mallet in tow. He took the mouse outside, dropped the mallet down the stairs, got a hammer and that's the end of the story. Poor mouse. I would have just let it go down the street or something. And David and my dad had doubts she would catch a mouse. She had them fooled!

R.I.P. Oscar