Scourge of Mice

Tituba caught a mouse last night-- at about 5 am, I heard her mewing excitedly. This was not the "I've got a bug" or "I've got a lizard" meow. It was much more emphatic. She had already killed it, luckily for me, cause in my sleepy haze I tried to grab it. If it had been alive, I'm quite certain it would have bitten me and I'd be happily having rabies shots or something today. Bleah! I dropped it in the outside garbage, and she brought it back to us again this morning, a little worse for its few hours in the trash.

Now, I realize you're saying "she's a cat; that's what cats do". But for Tituba, this is a banner event. She's almost 11 years old and she's never bagged a mouse before. She wants us to put its little head up on a plank of wood, get it stuffed, put the date on a little label underneath. Take a picture of her smiling next to it, holding it up for the camera. I told her, maybe next time.