that time my cat thought i needed a mouse friend.

so. last night, right? yeah. last night.

I'm sitting on my bed. 

and I see my cat walk in the door. 

okay, so nothing abnormal here, right? no, nothing abnormal.

until she drops a live mouse on the ground and starts chasing it.

then we enter the realm of ab-normalcy.

I squealed. 

like, a lot. 

and then after they ran under my bed, I jumped off of it and onto a chair, thinking that was safer...

obviously I had had too many hot tamales.

anyway, I'm standing on this chair, clutching my phone, and I realize I could call my mother and beg her to send my daddy down to help me do something about this....mouse....

so I call mom. no answer. in my brain I'm dramatically thinking "NOOOOOOOOO!" in that deep slow-mo voice, ya know?

I call a second time and she answers. 

"mom. mom. mom, I neeeeeeeeeeed daddy....Ivy just brought a live mouse into my room and *squeals as it runs under my chair* and I neeed him to help me get rid of it...."

by now she is laughing. 

and I'm squealing even more because my cat has gotten her paws on it and is playing with it. 

like. toss-it-into-the-air-and-catch-it-like-a-juggling-ball playing with it.

the next forty-five minutes were spent chasing the little thing around my room, until we caught it. ew.

I didn't sleep till 2 am, needless to say.

annnnnnnyway. that was my thursday evening. pretty exciting, I know.

lets just be clear on one thing: I don't like mice in my room...