Sound the Alarm

Mine, this morning (0500 to be exact) was the following: MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW? MAOWMAOW!

When you are pulled against your will from your sub-conscious, your brain goes into Kill Mode as soon as you recognize the noise. Oh Kitty, where aaaaarre youuuu? There you are. Why, what’s that in your mouth? OH A MOUSE HOW PLEASANT.

Mister Murderer had successfully caught – and killed – a little mouse very early this morning. What threw me was that as soon as I stumbled into the bathroom and found a light to help deduce this situation, he stopped making noise. I saw Brak stretched out on the living room floor in kind of a weird position, and my brain immediately said “Hello, your cat is no more. He has ceased to be.”

A bad feeling, that one – until his tail flapped a bit. Then the other girl-y portion of my brain kicked in to remind me of the prior time he caught a mouse. That’s right. I was standing on the sofa for 25 minutes and trying to get the mouse outside via telekinesis.

Brak had begun jumping around a bit and pawing at the carpet where …something seemed to be, so at this point there was really only one thing to do: Wake Up Someone Else. (He’s a guy, things like this are in his contract.)

Me: ::squee squee:: kitty – he has something – i think it’s a mouse – itsamousehehasamouse
Jason: ::sleeping:: guh. whut?
Me: I THINK THE CAT HAS A MOUSE
Jason: grr. uh. guh. k.

He went out to the living room to confirm that the cat did indeed have a mouse, which had now upgraded its’ status to Dead Mouse. Probably a heart attack, possibly Death By Kitty. This current (very dead) mouse looked just like the one that had previously been trapped in our place, so I can’t help but wonder if he came back to try and claim some vengeance.

Sorry buddy, today it looks like you’re traveling by failboat.

As J was helping Brak realize that his new toy was going out to its’ new home (the dumpster), I see a spot on the blinds. A large black spot, and we don’t have Christmas lights that could possibly be poking through.

Me: Look at the blinds. In the front.
Jason: ::looks::
Me: What is that black spot?

He pokes at the blinds, and you know what it is? A MOTH. A moth!!!! You don’t understand.

As he proceeds to score more man points by removing the mouse, killing and removing the moth, I close the bedroom door and go back to bed. It is 0530. Happy Sunday.