Eek

We have a mouse in our house. Specifically, in Patrick's room. I opened his underwear drawer and it scurried across. I screamed. Then left the room. Saw it again later as it ran across the room when we were playing trains.

We have a cat. Clearly the cat is useless.

Patrick named the mouse Mickey. (We are planning a Disney trip for January.) He determined it was a baby boy mouse and said he didn't mind (well actually he SAYS "I mind if..." but he MEANS "I don't mind if...") if the mouse lived in his bedroom because the woods might be scary and there might be bears and he might miss his family. Then he said the cat could be the mouse's mommy.

So. Adorable.

But. Traps have been purchased and set.