Another day, another mouse

My apartment is where mice go to die.

I know cats are nocturnal and all, but I didn't expect a full-fledged kitty party when I got up at 2:00am to pee. Mulder was on the sink, watching intently as John Brown batted around what my bleary eyes assumed was a bottlecap or tuft of hair. Once seated and slightly more awake, however, I realized it was actually a baby rat (SO much grosser than the tiny mouse from last time). I don't know about you, but peeing with your legs in the air, while in a state of panic is not such an easy task.

The body is missing. I can only hope it will be discovered by the boyfriend before he goes off to work.

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