EEK! It's a...Cat Toy!

Last night, half asleep, I wandered into the bathroom to, well, use it, and there in the bathtub was a mouse.

Of course I had to go back in the bedroom, get my glasses, turn on the bathroom light and take a closer look at the mouse in the bathtub. I live in a mobile home so for a mouse to get in takes a lot of work on the mouse's part.

It's also a suicide mission with two cats and a dog. Any mouse that shows up here needs its head examined.

I'm not sure exactly what tipped me off. It could have been the lack of feet or the bar code sticker, but I realized it was one of Angel Kitty's favorite toys. The real fur mice.

I took it out of the bathtub. The problem was that after an hour or so, I heard the scramble of little cat feet and the type of noise that Angel Kitty makes while frantically batting her toy around the bathroom floor. Then, I heard the toy drop into the bathtub again.

Angel Kitty is obsessed with the bathtub. She spends at least part of her day, every day sleeping in the bathtub. Why shouldn't she have her toys in there too? I can almost see her thinking that.