somnia

Well all hell broke loose this morning.

I had been peacefully asleep when I was awoken by the sound of my boyfriend rushing to the other room.

"where are you going?" I asked.

"The cat knocked over the mousecage and I can't find Snowflake!"

So I guess after a week and a half of staring at the mice, Pandora finally discovered how to get into the cage. I suppose she just pushed it right off the table.

The Boy said he was on the computer for about twenty minutes when the brown mouse walked into the bedroom. He thought: "Hey Isaac. wait...oh shit!" Then he ran into the living room to find the mouse cage overturned and the black mouse missing. He then found the cat by the bedroom closet, and locked her in the bathroom. After getting Isaac back to the safety of the cage, we started the search for Snowflake.

It turns out he was hidden between two pairs of jeans in a pile of clothes, about an inch away from where The Boy found the cat.

Thank god we found him though. Just as unappealing as the thought of him getting eaten is the thought of having a loose mouse in the house.