So a couple of weeks ago, around three a.m., I was roused from my sleep by odd sounds. (Yes, I *DID* intend to post that day... Sigh. Best intentions, and all that.) The culprit, Black Stripe. She was between the end of the bed and the bathroom door, leaping into the air, twirling in circles, crouching and creaping, under the bed, behind the dropped sheet. I couldn't imagine what she was up to.
Reluctantly, I climbed from my warm nest, bumping the light switch as I rounded the corner of the bed. Black Stripe tossed the MOUSE in her mouth into the air, then pounced on it again. And again, and again.
The next morning, I could not find it anywhere. Could it have been alive, and escaped once she lost interest? Or did she eat it, fur and all?