Mouse.
2002-01-08 10:03 p.m.
George killed a mouse yesterday.I think we saw it at the same moment. I looked up from my book, and there was a teeny brown mouse in the middle of my living room carpet. I said, "Hey Georgie! Look!" and instantly felt horrible. Was I some sort of Imperial Roman, sentencing this mouse to death for my amusement? But it was too late to call George off. He was all about getting in touch with his Hunter Instinct. He pounced. He batted the mouse around a bit. Somehow, the mouse survived to scurry under the recliner. George swiped under there a few times, then apparently remembered it was time for his main evening snooze. He wandered off. After he was gone, I lifted the chair to see if the mouse was OK, but it was gone. When I got back from picking up D. from work and taking him over to the HAT, there was a dead mouse on the floor by my bed. My mind processed several things very quickly. Aw. I could have saved it, or at least not sicced George on it like that. When Angie found a mouse in her house a few weeks ago, she caught it and tamed it. I'm a bad person. Sorry, Mouse. Yuk. Its little beady eyes are still open. There's a dead mouse in my bedroom, and it's looking at me. Bad kitty! At least it doesn't look mangled. I don't know if I could have handled that at all. I think I remember reading somewhere that this must mean George likes me. I give him food all the time, and now he finally has a chance to return the favor. Thanks, Cat. Oh, and thanks for not leaving it on the bed. I don't think you understand exactly how much I appreciate that. I knew I wasn't going to touch the mouse with my hands, so I got a paper towel. I bent down and tried to pick up this mouse, but as soon as i coud feel it between my fingers, I dropped the paper towel and went "Nyyeeiihhk!" I swear that was the exact sound I made. I hadn't even known I was so squeamish and girly. I finally managed to get control of myself enough to sorta scoop the mouse onto a piece of paper with the wadded up paper towel. The paper was more than enough to support it. It was a very small mouse. It was looking at me again, so I draped the paper towel over it. I wondered briefly if I was supposed to flush it down the toilet, but then I just tossed it in the garbage. It barely made any sound at all when it hit the bottom. Ooh. Bad noise. So, so, sorry, Mouse. *** Amanda just called. Andy had some sort of cardiac arrest. I don't know any details. I was in too much shock to ask. She said it's under control for now, but there's always a chance of brain damage. She'll call again tomorrow when they have a better idea what's going on. She said that she knows we (the folks in town) aren't a very religious bunch, but she'd appreciate any positive vibes of any kind we wanted to send in that direction. I'm gonna assume the same applies to all of you not living right here.
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