“I think Eddie found a mouse”

“Good kitty Eddie!!!”


SO not a sound a mouse makes.  Or Eddie.  Or James.

Paul got the flashlight out and shone it under the stove.  He made a concerned face and told me that it’s “bigger” than a mouse.  But he saw fur.  Oh. Dear. God.  He checked again and found .  .  . a squirrel.

Now what do we do?  How do we resce a poor little squirrel from our big brute of a kitty?  We can’t catch it, that’s for sure, but we’re not letting it live here!

Eddie’s keeping it under control until we figure it out, though!