For a little while now we've had a mouse living in our kitchen. We've seen it a few times, quite cute. We've tried to catch it humanely, no luck, the mouse was just smarter than us (or I should say me, which isn't too hard). It wasn't really causing a LOT of problems, not getting into our food or anything like that. Just not a good thing to have a mouse living in your kitchen.
The other morning Marci came into the kitchen to discover the mouse. On the floor. No longer mobile. No longer among the living. And there was Roxy looking up at her, smiling happily as she began playing again with her new toy.
No more mouse in the house. Good girl, Roxy!
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