What an exciting evening. I got home from yoga to a very chatty kitty (which usually means trouble). Matt, who was in the shower, mentions that "I think Kirky chased something into the closet" (greeeeeeat). So I got the mouse-cup, pulled out the plastic drawer, got the broom and screamed my way through catching the fat little mouse in the cup and launching him off the balcony. I have decided that Kirky only goes after the "big" mice…thus we have dubbed him a chubby chaser. Kirky was not aware that I had gotten rid of the mouse he parked himself in front of the closet for most of the night.
He finally gave up and realized the mouse was long gone. And after all that chasing he was tired out and lounged cuddling with Matt on the couch.