Mice Must Die

Oh my god, woke up this morning to find a dead mouse on the livingroom floor. Audrey the Cat behaved like the excellent feline she is and killed it (and I am sorry now for yelling at her for running around like a maniac in the middle of the night). But for godsakes, a mouse! I HATE rodents. Danced around going "ew, ew, ew" earlier, then got up the nerve to pick the disgusting thing up and fling it outside into the bushes. Maybe the carcass will serve as a warning to other mice. Good cat, hideous mouse, and now I have to get ready for work.