Excitement in the House of the Flying Fur Balls!

(Title borrowed from my friend St. Blogwen)

I came in from work today and looked through my mail -- chucked the junk into the shred box and opened the bills and tried not to faint. Went down the hall to get the girls' food dishes and their food and brought them to the kitchen to wash up the bowls to prepare their dinner. The phone rang 3 times while I was trying to do this. Finally got started on washing their dishes when all of a sudden there was an uproar with the girls in the dining room -- and it wasn't with each other! Lo and behold Gidget was blocking and Miss Yoda was whamming something at lightening speed!! OH NO!!! Please tell me that isn't a mouse!!!! Whatever it was, it was squealing bloody murder. Oh dear!! Oh my!! Oh... wait... where did it go? Oh gosh. PLEASE don't let it be a mouse and PLEASE don't let it have escaped from Miss Yoda!!!

What's this? Miss Yoda is stalking the shred box???? But Yode.... there's nothing under that box. Honest. Here. Let me move it and show you. EEEEEEEKKKK!!!! Miss Yoda snatches it and runs down the hallway! Yoda! Oh Yoda! Good girl. Please come here, sweetheart. PLEASE don't take it into the bedroom. Oh. You've dropped it. Such a good girl! Please don't let it move.... Ah, it's dead. Let me get a paper towel. I take it to where the light is better.... IT'S NOT A MOUSE! IT'S A MOLE! How the heck did a mole get in my house?????

Well, not a mark on it, but it's deader than a door nail. Thank you very much!!

Miss Yoda is my hero!!! She got lots of treats. Oh. And Gidget? She was hiding!!! Too much excitement for her!

And the mole? It's outside in the trash. (I did think about having it mounted as a trophy for the girls.... but only for a moment.)

The end.